Three Brown Finches

Three blocks west
At the edge of the lot
Three brown finches
Know a special spot
Feathers ruffled
Slender throats
There is no wind there
When we kicked a box
Down the empty road
And felt like insects
In a scale model
Three brown finches
Knew where we were going
Those three brown finches
In comes the summer
In a week of rain
Put it in your pocket
All this heaven again
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer