Children’s boots after recess,
Lined up against a white brick wall,
Beneath the benches and coat racks. I went
From digging in the snow with mittened hands
For the buried rainbow of solitude, an opening
That promises this Diamond World will be met
By a falling Solar Ship on the left and a rising
Pyramid on the right, and that included attack
From a little mob of snowball throwers
And an echo-laden bullhorn.
