The first part of every day for me is goodI’ve got the bus stop in my
Neighborhoodeverything’s on purposeeverywhere theygohiding in my car and
Running in the snowrunning with the friends they’ll know for yearsI’ve seen
It all from herefrom here. it happens every daybefore they go to school
They play until the bus drives up beside my lanand there’s always been a
Mother who waits till they are gonethen she turns awayhappens every day.
Noon comes and turns this campus upside downI watch the students in this
College town. you would think they’re earefreeI have seen their trials
Frowning into shakespeare and practicing their smileseven underlining
Nabokovwhen I am not in lovein love. it happens every daywith their
Journals and cafeslooking up at their reflections on the other wallwith
Every new ideawondering if they’ve changed at allthen they turn awayit
Happens every day. life is as hard and as easy as they saywalking the staps
We’ve chosen on this day. some w
Ill be outrageoussome have rarely shownsome will walk like couplessome
Quite alone. as I think about the world I seethey stare and smile at meat
Me. it happens every dayat the crossing of the street looking out to see
What’s new and what is still the sameand the only word for lovei s
Everybody’s nameand that will always stayhappens everyday. and every day
Will happen without you.
