Summer Freshness

A poem by Alfred Lichtenstein

The sky is like a blue jellyfish.
And all around are fields, rolling meadows -
Peaceful world, you great mousetrap,
Would that I might finally escape from you.. O if I had wings -
One plays dice. Guzzles. Chatters about future countries.
Each person puts in his own two cents.
The earth is a succulent Sunday roast,
Nicely dunked into a sweet sun-sauce.
If only there were a wind... that ripped
The gentle world with iron claws. That would amuse me.
But if a storm comes... It would shred
The lovely blue eternal sky into a thousand pieces.

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