i remember

i remember sky

it was blue as ink

or at least i think

i remember sky. i remember snow

soft as feathers

sharp as thumb tacks

coming down like lint

and it made you squint

when the wind would blow. and ice like vinyl

on the streets

cold as silver

white as sheets

rain like strings

and changing things

like leaves. i remember leaves

green as spearmint

crisp as paper. i remember trees

bare as coat racks

spread like broken umbrellas. and parks and bridges

ponds and zoos

ruddy faces

muddy shoes

light and noise and

bees and boys

and days. i remember days

or at least i try. but as years go by

they're sort of haze

and the bluest ink

isn't really sky

and at times i think

i would gladly die

for a day of sky.