There’s an echo when the rattling windows sing
Travelling through the kitchen,
Meticulous floorboards collect everything
Heading upstairs, and asleep in the afternoon
Heavy in the air, like wintery secrets or snow on the moon
All the oak trees, in the playground behind the mall
Shady towers of memory,
Of the neighborhood’s rise and spectacular fall
Down the pavement,
Like a storm through the Spring we blew
The pure impatience
Of the simplest seasons that we ever knew
Is there some big eye? To remember everything
Will I know you twice? When the apple’s barely ripe?
Or will I have to recreate that feeling every spring?
In the morning, when the city comes back to life
And the grass is still drying,
And we’re shedding the veil of mysterious night
Drifting downstairs, and amidst a familiar song
This rattling in the air, it’s been telling me all along
That something in the skies, the clouds and fireflies
The songs that people sing
And the apple’s barely ripe, and my lips will open wide
To taste that song of Spring
Is there some big Eye? To remember everything?
Will I know you twice? Will the timing be just right
Or will I have to take whatever song the morning brings?
from A Peach
released April 2, 2015
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