a rain of light, and came on smiling. 

The light trickled down her forehead 

and into her eyes. It ran down 

into the neck of her sweatshirt 

and wet the white tops of her breasts. 

Her brown shoes splashed on 

into the light. The moment was like 

a circus wagon rolling before her 

through puddles of light, a cage on wheels, 

and she walked fast behind it, 

exuberant, curious, pushing her cane 

through the bars, poking and prodding, 

while the world cowered back in a corner. 

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.