For I have seen the thunder roll around
And shaken my diamond soul
To ask my deepest memory
“What claims your open heart?”
For there could be no other purchase
About my ‘pinioned mind
Lost in a salary taken by choice
Denoted by the letter A.
Gathered here, then, stood three tall
Aghast from winter’s toil
Sorted by an ageless meter
Calmly asking: “How?”