For
extra credit he remembered much
That
wasn’t worth remembering, forgot
The
kinship he had promised to except
From
discharge, and demurred at growing up.
It
made him charming, like a short-term loan,
Lots
of interest there, so he changed his name
To
Amaryllis-in-the-Shade and wept,
Or
said he did, at auld acquaintances.
The
Times that try men’s souls, he did not read,
Other
than archived, knew that butterflies
Were
thinner on the ground than yesteryear,
But
worms more frequent. Mr Lowly Worm,
There
was a name for next week, if he made
Next
week as Amaryllis-in-the-Shade.
Poems by Richard Epstein. Not much commentary, only one picture (sorry, Alice), and little disruption: just a place to find poems by Richard Epstein
Friday, September 10, 2021
The Expatriate
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