Whispering River Dr.

Her clothes look like ashes
They're clean and they're unpatched
Or gunmetal clouds
Or thoughts still unhatched

Twenty-three thirty-four
As I walk through the sliding doors
Twenty three thirty five
I'm back on whispering river drive

Cuckoos and swifts
Made their noises in the the garden trees
I was gaudy by April
Now I'm monochrome in the chilling breeze



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