it was the sound of br the daffodils br growing br that woke br the ear of their ear br br on the sun’s birthday br br and the lilacs of the scent br said it’s time to wake up br so we can dream br br and the amazing br of the roses br woke the eye of their eye br br and the words tumbled out of bed br and took an April shower br and dressed by the wrong which was right br br shook out the box br of breakfast food called freedom br and rush-houred street-wise see them br words came tumbling br br dogs they grinned with mastered feelings br cats were caught off-guard washed br to recover their dignity pretty girls felt prettier br br as the words sang br no-ones became someones br anyones became everyones br br nothing was as it was br because was wasn’t br and isness filled the air br br the words danced in the squares br and smiles peopled br the words laughed through the graveyards br dancing on dead minds br br laughed through the brothels br making tired whores to smile and br schoolmasters ate their words br in the eyes of their pupils br br and the words shouted through the letterboxes br of critics called nameless shameless blameless br come out and play tomorrow with your br yesterday br br words played leapfrog round the toadstools br with each’s other br hand in hand with strangers br laughing till they cried br crying till they laughed br br all day it was all day br and therefulness and thenfulness br until the words had scattered br hello among humanunkind br br and forming perfectly irregular lines br danced a song and sang a dance br at sunfall dayset nightrise br all happy tired like children br into a farm br called joybr br Michael Shepherdbr br