Spring, the time of year when tourists shiver on the beach
And baby birds begin to fall out of the sidewalk trees
Sometimes when it rained

We´d grab a fifth and find a place to watch the planes
One night, we saw a Boeing trailing flames
And you said
“They make it or they don´t”

You bought a point-and-shoot
To try to document your visions of the truth
Cut your teeth on gritty portraits for the local zines
Snapping everywhere we´d go
We rode to Coney and you shot a couple rolls
And the boney kid who broke my nose was glad to posе
Biting on a bodega rose

Then wе crashed on the train
I woke up and saw the sun rising

With your head on my knees
And I closed my eyes

I saw a flicker of your face
Above the candle with a sticker of a saint
Lit a cig and then you pulled me into the smoke
Then I was driving in the snow
You and Nick were scared, yelling where to go
But the Firebird was skidding all over the road
I said, “Damn thing´s dancing on its own
We make it or we don´t”

Passed out on the train
I woke up to find the sun blinding
You were still sound asleep
So I closed my eyes

(Then I was walking in a hazy field near where I´m from)

Passed out on the train
(I´d just clipped my first dove with my father´s shotgun)
I was bleeding in the sunlight
(I found her among the sunflowers, still flapping her wings)
With your head on my knees
(I scooped her gently into my hands, and I set her free)
And love on my mind