The Meat of the Matter

A Brief Moment Between Two Ice Ages

I am awaked by my Brief burst of laughter. The sound--a guffaw, really--too loud, Breaks the glass between my Little viewing chamber And the theme park of experience. I jump through the window And play for a little while. I try to leave it like I found it. Or maybe I add a little change or two. Let's call them Improvements. I am gone. My guffaw echoes once or twice.