The city park was finally electrified;
the temperatures had been rising
since early in the morning.
At two, the clouds finally yawned
wide open, allowing fresh sunlight
to come sliding down along
last night's imperious snowdrifts; its
mellow glint, gently blotting out
all of our sharp-cornered thinking.
Everywhere we looked, we saw
nothing—but the bewildering
dignity of very real things.
Every time we paused
to think back, we could recall only
the sound—of laughing
invisible children.