Dug a tunnel through the air, through the stifle wet smog;
Propped it strong, spread it wide, with fickle dust logs;
Tossed a penny through the gape, seemed like it should hold.
Levered over my window sill and crawled along inside;
Brought my tools, brought my means, carved it big and wide;
I scurried over the buzzing town and they never heard it!
If I built a tunnel from my window to yours –
Would you use it, too, would you use it as it’s for?
Or would you just deny it, and label me plain odd?
Well, then, I guess it’s all for the best,
Perhaps you didn’t deserve my inventive bent.
So I’ll sit, I’ll wait, for you above the unaffected town.