Why I Like The Robins

the distance outside of you comes into focus, collapses away loving me and hands to the gla*s and eyes to sky and glued to the south she waits to see she's looking for birds she met last fall, who said they would come back different than all she's waiting for six who know about sound, who'd promised to come back upside down and i like your raindrop collector, splash in my eyes and makes everything else look like you so hand me the gla*ses and teach me to use them, show me the window, i want to look too i'll take the gla*ses and cover for you, you get some sleep and i'll stay 'till two. i'm looking for six who know about sound, who promised to come back upside down she's got colors to spare and i don't care what they choose and i've got nothing to do and nothing like you left to lose