it's bright white won't you k** the lights retrace steps moving right then left blown the leaves see the swingset swings everyday pulled down like paper shades damn the day how it hurts to leave a trace miles conspire to erase but i still see your face majesty, threadbare beauty no where town clotheslines blown down oh! backways by the trains the sky spills the last grim light shadows roll from my feet like bolts of fine black silk pale birds there where the heart was come close and they fly