The first part of every day for me is good, I've got the bus stop in my
Neighborhood, everything's on purpose, everywhere theygo, hiding in my car and
Running in the snow, running with the friends they'll know for years, I've seen
It all from here, from here. it happens every day, before they go to school,
They play until the bus drives up beside my lan, and there's always been a
Mother who waits till they are gone, then she turns away, happens every day.
Noon comes and turns this campus upside down, I watch the students in this
you would think they're earefree, I have seen their trials,
Frowning into shakespeare and practicing their smiles, even underlining
Nabokov, when I am not in love, in love. it happens every day, with their
Journals and cafes, looking up at their reflections on the other wall, with
Every new idea, wondering if they've changed at all, then they turn away, it
Happens every day. life is as hard and as easy as they say, walking the staps
We've chosen on this day.
Ill be outrageous, some have rarely shown, some will walk like couples, some
Quite alone. as I think about the world I see, they stare and smile at me, at
Me. it happens every day, at the crossing of the street looking out to see
What's new and what is still the same, and the only word for lovei s
Everybody's name, and that will always stay, happens everyday. and every day
Will happen without you.