What vision lights up wildernesses tonight?
The sentry scratches his head and guesses tonight.

Too many diplomas! Their frames cast gloomy shadows.

How different any house looks from outside
and from within. I used to circle mansions
finding out, through guessing and good luck,

High noon in the park, as the year begins its
onward march to truly infernal weather.
“Is it hot enough for you?” yell the normal,