081413 #worm Then didn't you lean out a little further on the upswing--what's that sound? That's the willow-haired girl, also leaning out. She's up in the attic? Or up in the tree-house? Maybe she's in the basement, singing from her perch on the little footstool that makes her tall enough to see out. In any case, her lilting voice enlaces with the bus's trailing harmonies, this summer afternoon all afternoon long, and in the strange words of her song, you see a map.