Wisteria Vine

Burnt myself on the hot iron

I went running, school bag flying

I would tell you half of everything

But I don't have near enough time

Summers last forever

Come and go bad weather

Squint my eye, when it stings

Over my shoulder, wisteria vine

Bored half to death in assembly

I dreamed the classroom was empty

Hands on the coins in my pocket

Waiting here in line

If I could make a suggestion

You could try to answer the question

I remember the day that we got it

Untied thing, wisteria vine

I might've known

By the way you changed your tone

Three more bends and home

Friends I couldn't tell

Light was unstitching

Thin curtains in the kitchen

The night I tend to alone

A little at a time, fall and climb

I learned to count by numbers

The endless, unfolding summers

In the shed, pretend I'm grown

If I'd've known you were here all the time

Against the glass sunlight pushes

Declaring war on the bushes

Circumstance in your own time

Hangs and grows, wisteria vine

It was late but still light

When you said goodnight

As the hours fled from sight

Lost out in the courtyard

I set myself to concentrating

I played at patiently waiting

The words I learned to write

A little at a time to call them mine

The phone, it rang like a tremor

Always as I remember

Get, I'll catch you yet

In your boat and row clear of mine