Alas! o seeming wastrel, human kindness never swerved
Upon its nearing course to thee, but breaking off from clouds
Of mortal castigation, instead renounced your minist’ring hopes,
Gave long thought to, then abandoned time-worn sensitivities
In life’s habitation, ‘mid despair and hopefulness—adrift, waiting.
(5 spontaneous lines
from last weekend)
from last weekend)
