Only a half hour ago
it was about six o'clock
and I'm still groovin' along
walking around the block.
I can see you everywhere.
There you are in the frost on the ground
with the twinkle in your eyes
when you speak to me without making a sound.
And look up there.
Just a second ago I saw your face
vaguly outlined in the clouds
drifting by at a lazy pace.
If I look at the brown mountainside
and squint my eyes real hard,
I can see the long flowing strains
of your hair as it would be unbarred.
Up there are two birds,
flying between me and the morning star
like they haven't a care in the world.
They have a lot on me by far.
(Written in college in the late 60's.)
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