That day
The accordions were adrift
Wafting past avenues
In the sultry wisp of spring

The cafés were alive
Buzzing with radiant color
With droves spilling from native shores
In a vast array
Of faultless harmony

The elation of tea kettles
Rocketed shrill
From ear to ear

Many more peered
Into shifting, blue eternity
As the airships climbed and lumbered
Over frozen goliaths
Carelessly rolling

Cavalier bicyclist
Zipped fearlessly down the inclines
Their bells cheerfully singing
As they soared
Across the idle cobble stones

That day
Stood alone
As a far-fetched reverie
Preserved
In the desolate fringes of my mind
A lonely oasis
Stirring for none