Giant frame
One frame, and the whole range steps inside.
A field made into a stamp, addressed to everyone who ever came.
Stand between the wings; when the wind comes, you are about to fly.
Sit inside the orange arch; the sea breeze goes in and out, and the afternoon is gone.
A door with no house behind it. Open it, and there is only the sea.
A white birdcage lands on the sand, door open, stairs waiting.
Sit, and the wings open behind you. Swing, and you are flying.
A pink pavilion with a glass roof, so the blossom is the ceiling.
A green canopy over the whole seaside evening.
Where the trees stop, we add the shade.
Lights on, and the lakeshore has a living room.
A little chapel built only for photographs, its door always open.
Time stops at the top of the swing.
A grass-green gate, three seats beneath; sit, and the lake is your backdrop.