an inability to accept ongoingness.

6 am

I've got a wooden crate full of tape cassettes

The grass is green as ever

& the morning dews got my shoes all wet

Yeah, we can get bagels

I'll just leave my skateboard outside

We can get coffee to feel energized

It left us that way the first time

Let's plan that trip to the mountain range

Your mom will take us

I know you hope she will

And when we get there

We can wake up early to roam around

Well at least until

We find a rock to take a picture of

That you won't see again

At least until I print it out and put it in a frame for your birthday

That way you can see it everyday following that one

But now let's go to a record store

I think it's nearing 3 o' clock

I know there's one on this island

And it might be just past Kings Park

I sometimes fumble my directions

Because we don't drive yet

And you won't for a while

But when you do

You'll let me know

And I will smile

I'd like to embark on walk with you

And hold your hand

And not be sad

"Hey, get a load of Parker's band"