Went to the park yesterday with the intention of writing new lyrics. Oddly enough, this came instead:

April, waiting for the green

Tuesday, and there’s a riot brewing –
Every which way but up,
the green is coming in.

In over sidewalks, in over streets –
Over hollow, homebound tunnels,
streetlights, somedays covered in.

Colors coming out in sunshine,
Smiles and sundresses greet today.

On the outside, stone and glass rise
Pushing forward, pulling outside
asking, wanting, needing
more than self
and less than whole,

But it is April, and the robin and I
Are waiting for the green to come.

-steve przybylski, 4:59 pm 4/11/06 – sheep meadow, central park