Ziggy &; Andy Sittin in a Tree

Ziggy &; Andy sittin' in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G

I can almost taste the rubber now
embedded in my mind somehow

I return to 2nd grade's tire city
where Ziggy kissed me and said I was pretty

I couldn't really see his face,
it being such a closed-in place

I could almost smell the aura of youth--
honesty, innocence, unusual truth.

I remember the sky being cloudy and gray,
for my first kiss on that cold winter day.