Oh, Endless Day
A place where the sun stays at the crown of the heavenly cloud-smattered dome
And the clouds pass over the dandelions in shapes that then
Seemed so clearly distinguishable
Oh, endless green pastures
And strawberry fields forever
Oh, endless June.
If I could but show you
My green memory
The endless youth on the ceiling of my memory
If I could but take you to the orchard where the children danced in goulashes
Would you laugh?
Take my hand and run shouting down the hill
Swing on the tire and pretend to fly
From the branches of my
Green memory.
Sit with me and dream of endless summers out
Where the traffic dissolves to nothing
But the birds and the bees and the crickets
And the trickle of a creek
Would you cry?
If I showed you the blue edges
The parts burnt down
Viewed from a tree fort vantage point
Scraps of ashy photos and tin cans
Blown into the bramble of blackberry bushes.
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