In these difficult days while President Trump is sucking the life out of America, it is encouraging to know that there are people who still feel and write uplifting words. Billy Collins was America's Poet Laureate twice, and the following poem shows one reason why. Please note that the poem is supposed to contain one capital letter, the letter I that begins the poem. I could not convince my iPad to go along with this. I like the poem so much better with only the capital I. It feels so much more personal.
TODAY
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, to rip the little door from its jamb,
A day when the cool brick paths
And the garden sprouting tulips
Seemed so etched in sunlight
That you felt like taking
A hammer to the glass paper weight
On the living room table,
Releasing the inhabitants
From the snow-covered cottage
So they could walk out,
Holding hands and squinting
Into the larger dome of blue and white
Well, today is just that sort of day.
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