Hear that weird sound?
Thought you might hear it from where you are,
Surprised, it’s me you found…
Foolish smiles, and perfect scars!
What a bliss!

Crack–
Broken glass? No, it’s a pot
of gold from leprechaun’s.
This is no same spot,
From the old miserable taunts,
And aches, and lies and fears…
What a bliss!

Freed pigeons, that noise
they make of pure happiness,
Evident on transparent moist
Against thin glass, careless–
Smile of a perfect mouth,
What a bliss!