going past golden gate elementary everyday kids down colorful hill recess and fire drill she likes the side without the heat where the sun don t beat she likes the cooler side of washington street hummingbirds pigeons and doves hover rooftops above lights shine down into the tides over hillsides see where the bridge and mountain meet at the mouth of the sea and where the sailboats live at day and turn away with the purple evening losing our love and hope in the sky s fluorescent glow she takes her thoughts and cares into the moonlit alley stairs still in my hand i feel the sting and the sounds of bells ring and the memory of your face never washes away with the current leaving