They dream impossible dreams of loquat seeds (Gold flecked and slippery) And clipper ships pitched on sea foam green Hibiscus reds and you and me We kicked a new path back to the St. Marie Past snowmen, quiet and listening Brightly colored birds flitted past their coal for eyes I took it for a twinkle If they could have held all that you said In their densely mitten packed cold Then words would have fallen out Come Spring like spoons and pistols and pots and pans And train wrecks and split shots and marching bands And canaries light on corncob pipes And would not look so bright if not so cold They dream impossible dreams of bitter sweet brevity And standing at the foot of Niagara Falls And buck and doe and chief and squaw And the path we kicked back to St. Marie Past snowmen, quiet and listening Canaries tracing loopholes against the gray You took it for a tangle, you took me for a tangle If they could have held all that you said Canaries light on corncob pipes And would not look so bright if not so cold