Sondheim: I Remember Sky

 

I remember sky … it was blue as ink
Or at least I think  I remember sky

I remember snow …
soft as feathers
sharp as thumbtacks
coming down like lint

and it made you squint
when the wind would blow ….

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 a sort of haze

and the blue as ink
isn't really sky
and at times i think
i would gladly die
for a day of sky

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Sondheim lyric, I Remember 

(Evening Primrose)