A wirebound wonder,
A tepid tome
Of self-full encounters
Embroidered with
Silver seal and
Fortified with scarlet
Reassures my longing
For home:
My second home.
Rocky furrows
In pastures of Ezra
Await my return
To challenge once more
Weary winter legs,
Semi-open eyes,
And a heavy-handed heart.
‘Cursed soulmates of
A.D. (not E.B.):
Why do you force me,
Police me,
Unhand me
Of my natural tendencies
To live and love
With arduous passion
In tradition glorious?
A century late?
You, rather, are one hundred
Steps apart
From us
And shall be forever
Behind as above us.

rjw, 7/27/87

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