In London fair, the gold doth rise,
'Gainst dollar's strength, yet wings do bear,
Debt ceiling's weight, a careful snare,
Till resolution finds their prize.

To Nikkei's close, a radiant sum,
Of three and thirty years it climbs,
Electronics' gains, through hopeful time,
G-7 occupies as portents hum.

The Treasury yield in April's wane,
A bottom found at three and high,
In U.S. firmament they lie,
For months the shape shall now sustain.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur