For a few minutes we argue
until the sparrows
of laughter
occupy the corner again
Having flown away
through the bars of man’s perceptions
I am free today.
Downtown music now
I see spring in every face
winter groans and melts
A roar from his mouth
cane strikes out at everyone
sunny day in March
Sunlight for its eyes
the squirrel skips above me
my boots melt the snow