Poem for Thursday and Wootton's Mill Park

Today
By Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

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I had a lot to catch up on Wednesday after spending the whole evening out on Tuesday, but it was all fun work as opposed to boring work, and I got to talk to two of my high school friends at lunchtime which is always lovely! It was also unseasonably warm, over 80 degrees, which we went to enjoy outside several times along with the bluebird currently living our birdhouse and the bunny currently living on the cul-de-sac. 

We had Thai food for dinner for Songkran, then watched The Flash, which has become nearly intolerable -- Iris once again needs rescuing and Barry has spent the whole season mansplaining to women why they can't do exactly the same things he always does -- and Moon Knight, which is much more interesting but everything now is being measured against the genre-shattering Our Flag Means Death. Wootton's Mill Park last weekend: