to mortgage everything up.
You think
I haven't gathered how
the world divides?
The un-
stanched, unrequited lapse
of time has been your
quarrel
since before I learned to
temporize, till every other
word's
goodbye. It shouldn't be
too much to ask, this
dying
on familiar ground, but look
at the bracken, keeping
the ground
in place. You who don't
reproach me
reproach me
with failing to see,
as though a traveler,
finding
the inn a pleasant one,
should lose his way .
The way
you have in mind makes mine
digression, but
while age
may be your privilege, it's
