The softest footsteps I have heard, Gracefully pushing legs that stirred The summer air and both, They purred like someone sighing Out on the ancient city street, While cups of coffee, keeping beat As gentle hands tapped down To meet the painted porcelain. And there my face, it was the clouds, My hands below were folded trees Standing where everyone could see That I was trying. But when the palms they took a bow, It was followed by the applause, A crowd of pigeons taking off And everyone, they were flying Because go we all to be entertained. Go we all to be there remaining. And Jason, pulling from his bag what had to be his second pack, Unwrapped it, matched it, threw his head back, And pulled a good one. The silver ribbon he then threw, Between the story we both knew so well But loved the most when it was something that was spoken And both spread like petals to the sun And slowly turned into the clouds As we both laughed and watched The marble in the stairwell. Talking 'bout how it'd come to wear From the day that it was laid Like the lines on someone's face, You couldn't make that, No, you have to live that Because all we are are things unwinding. All we are are people trying. All we are are people trying.