The subway maps are all wrong
With an arrow of direction and a sparrow of connection
connection to all that now rome free
free of robins and blue jays and grand supremes
A myriad of numbers that flash through my brain
No meanings no rememberance not even of change
They sing through the trees and echo through the park
catching up to my legs that run faster as i notice the dark
The birds still sing and the wind still whistles
They work as one down to every swift tickle
They dance to the tunes the birds sing
And sway to the whistles the wind begs to stay
They dance and sing and oh how they laugh
but when dawn arrives they are gone with a gasp
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