Saturday, May 21, 2016

Millions of white paper fish

Eyes open on a foggy morning to a sleep-fogged vision
Millions of white paper fish falling from the sky
I stepped outside and tried to gather them up
There was a carnival midway in my backyard
Three planes went down behind the Ferris wheel
So I ran for shelter in a booth at Woolworth's diner
But the Woolworth went out of business years ago
They have no more coffee or blueberry pies
Back outside on a bench in the park in the rain
I thought I heard you singing a song with another girl’s name
But you were sleeping beside me on the bench the whole time.