Entrance

Entrance William Greenway     It's one of those days you wait for   all summer as if all your life.   Cool air has come blowing all day,   flickering（闪烁） tired green leaves.   You're so happy you could cry,   and do, don't even care   if the drugstore's out of pills   because your brother's found work,   a building crew, wood butchers who   could use some part-time help,   like his smile, and care less   if he never drives a nail.   So to the park, where,   remember, wind is springwater（泉水）, quenching（淬火，抑制）   the skin, blowing like a fall   you walk around in with the one   you loved most,   though everybody ever is there,   walking your way.   And the question is,   do you love them all, equally?    Sorry. Begin again.    It's one of those days you wait for   all summer as if all your life.