We left the red boots to wander Catherine AvenuenCracker crumbs beneath the couch had a better viewnWe stumbled and sailed on over brackish waternnNew roses dry inside of a vacant housenWe creep quietly by like a Christmas mousenI remember walks to Elizabeth's or the Parkway DrugsnnMother's closet above the splintered floorsnThe holidays the dolls you gave still we went awaynHenry don't you know that you are a friend of minenHenry you are a friend of minennHalf of the timenGive me half of the timennWater runs upstairs on Dennis LanenOut of the tub and over piano strings that rustnLake Michigan turns red brown like iodinenThere are one thousand ways that you can say goodbyenBut Henry didn't you know that she was a friend of minenHenry she was a friend of minennAnd it goesnAnd it goesnLet it gonWill you let it gonnWe left the red boots to wander Catherine AvenuennThere's a low flying bird with its ear to the groundnFrom our house to your house through May flowers nburnt grass and the cricket soundnA streetlight turns on because nightfall is nearnAnd the low flying bird will soon disappearnn