The fold was gold with shining locks
The clock struck Six before I knocked
Intimidated, concentrated on my box
The open door gave room for more
Exasperated consultation
Notions of unmet devotion
To the Maker\'s mark
But surprises filled the alleyway that day
Intrusive sun brought forth from rising morn
Then pleasant warmth scorched my frozen arms
And the alarm inside my humble box
Was silenced
At Seven O\'clock