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.
