do you remember the days
with scraped elbows resting on the stack of bricks
at the end of the yard
and the porch of the sky
with the rainbows
that spelled out our lives?
like you remember the day
with ten minutes' time and your hands on the wheel
at the end of the wait
and the threshold of now
with the hurdles
that hold up the how?
all the men that i've loved were but brothers and kings
all the songs that i've sung were but edges of things
and my right hand is empty when i'm holding on
and my silence is gold since the clay is all gone
more important is color and grass and the scraping of words
more important is knowing the brick from the boards
see, rainbows are boomerangs sent to retrieve
see, hurdles are bridges for leaving your grief
i will remember this day
thank connect-the-dot star maps and DTRs
at the end of my rope
the beginning of swing
cross the crevasse
and try not to scream