We were cheered by the warm winter—
and then depressed by the cold spring.
Unable to understand long measurements,
we could not measure anything.
The ideal temperature was like medicine—
supplied to us on the hour.
Above was a ditch of rain,
below, a bright tower.
Things had gone on too long before us—
and how it began, we didn’t know.
Science was applied to everything—
and was gone in an inch of snow.