There is a bed / that is far away

I can do anything. / It is good to be clear.

 

17 floors
above 8th Avenue
in an apartment in 1962

Our last night in Europe 
You stayed in the hotel room 
While I went out for a look 

A layer of snow makes me forget
Spring is just around the corner just don’t
Think of me walking out into the cold

This field they’ve contracted 
us to separate from its surroundings 
I’ve stayed in bed watching as the