and in the evening, sirens sound
as years before, upon Ulysseus' rock,
though now from highways, atop patrol cars:
they sing the same, of life and things
beyond my shallow shores.
like, too, that noble mariner
ill-fated, long from home
we yearn for hearth and heather,
or even battle's lust--
friend-god Athene connives, but little comfort gives
to us who sail alone.
april '11
"If I say I'm an oil man you will agree.." Glad to finally have some time off to go through your recent stuff. Hope you get the same soon so we can chill in the country again. Brooke tells me you're having fun at the new job. See you this summer hopefully, take care.
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