If ever a summertime was so lovely and so lifted
By a warm, brisk breeze that you wanted to toss,
On a day when the blossoms in the garden
And the awesome cinderblock paths
Seemed so etched in sunlight
That you felt like shattering the glass entails
A set on the lounge armrest, liberating the inhabitants
From their snow-covered cottage
So they could walk out, holding hands
And gazing into this larger dome of blue and white,
Opening all the windows in the house,
Unlatched the door to the golden sparrow's cage,
In fact, literally ripped the little hallway from its side wall.