Well, we watched the starlings fly
Around the burnt-down pier and I
Spilled my coffee on my sleeve
She wiped it with a smile
And told me I was juvenile, and
Kissed me softly on my cheek
And her hair danced in the breeze
Like a thousand swinging trees
In a forest lying next to stormy seas.
While we watched the wintry sky
Turn a shade of turquoise, I
Whispered softly, "I feel lost,"
She turned with laughing eyes
And curled her lips towards the sky
And said, "get your map out, then, you knob!"
And we laughed like a pair of fools
Like kids, they laugh at school
And we wandered home before the day brought dusk
Writer(s): Michael Rosenberg
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