I didn’t mean to write to this song
When it’s obvious what’s going on outside,
But for days now after I’d remembered
The end of “Hard Boiled Wonderland”.

The umbrella by the records
I’ll borrow your green coat.

They kill their needs
To find -
Sitting inside his car
Caught between two minds
When the hard rain falls
He heads to one
All other sounds
Are bottled up and capped
And he accepts it

Leave it where it can’t remind us
Around the corner, by the backdoor

The thing I was
Searching for belonged
At a certain point
To her long, soft hair
And behind her was
A background
Dimly set in turquoise
Contrast to her hair.

This train ride rally
Has two parts
When we wait for ideas
And get tired
The chances of us
Standing around
To take our places
It’s certain how we act
And know our positions.

Little globes and their variety of sizes
Placed on a shelf
All lined up to be viewed
In a strange café
Neat conversations
Stain your teeth

Shiny, rainy roads sometimes look like book covers
With fog that covers half the buildings
People without umbrellas under store tarpaulins.

Forgive the loose stream tangled and fast-going
Half the day is gone
The buoy is hard to hang onto
Shadows return across the pavement
And that’s as good as it ever got

These old, wooden tracks
Your blue vest
The gray and white striped shirt
The rainy day trek
And the green umbrella
That you saved for me
Misted trees in the fog
And their brown buds.

We’re in a world apart
So here’s to our Eden Corner
The middle of selfishness
And selflessness
Where you place your hair
Behind your elf ear
And where you play
With your favorite curl
My a., and your a.,
The middle is always love.