I glided across the sidewalk in chiseled harmony
And a rhapsody above me played
A restless song of strings and scherzoes
Until classtime brought to a halt my private parade.
Weather warps are rapid, here in Pleasantville —
A sauna day outside from fair-winter fans
Indeed, to blast me some of its coolness
As false relief trickles through my veins.
Teacher can tell me all that fell on naught
That eventually, one day, I’ll come to rue;
But for now I’ll the harvest this season’s limelight
Featuring perfectly, fearfully, made-fully…you.