We started early, took some pictures
    (A red bow in your hair);
And there were waterfalls on mountains

So they made room for all the bricks and stones
When they moved to the country. It was part of
America’s expansion.

As one who has been homesick for his town 
And then returns, expecting some gay tune,
Your hear a beggar sing a mournful rhyme

I was apprenticed young,
    A shut-in with no sense
    Of sunlight or clear sky

The day was bright and warm. We went to swim 
Up at the Dolder’s big expensive pool. 
That afternoon we saw a strange old woman 

Summer is never

Just where my long road started out, it ends.
I stand alone and see my childhood town 
Calling its kids and saying goodnight to friends. 

Our mittened hands upon the snow-capped stone,
we stood and watched what once was river zag
a black and crazy trickle through the ice.

I

He threw his bat down third and seized the pen:
“My words will make the ages better men!”