The Perfect Day

by Christopher Froelich

Once, we created a perfect day.

We knew God was proud.

Because butterflies told us it was true.

After, He gave me a perfect day.

That morning in the tall mansion of Lithuanian,

I experienced many lasts.

The taxi company that answered in Lithuanian.

I answered back in Russian.

I went down that Soviet lift.

The carriage that took me to the station.

I tossed my last ties to the tovariches.

That afternoon I arrived in the Tsar’s chambers of Latvia,

He gave me advice I cannot forget.

I even met with the babushka who talked of truth.

And I knew God was proud.
For I had experienced the perfect day.