Just a rainy day or two

In a windy tower,

That was all I had of you—

Saving half an hour.

Marred by greeting passing groups

In a cinder walk,

Near some naked blackberry hoops

Dim with purple chalk.

I remember three or four

Things you said in spite,

And an ugly coat you wore,

Plaided black and white.

Just a rainy day or two

And a bitter word.

Why do I remember you

As a singing bird?