My octogenarianawakens
That hazy, faintly discernible glow,already half erased,lodged in the corners of the night
You smiled, slumped in your chair.I was reclining. We talked butnot much was said. It was the day
Once again the land was alonewith me. The hills were humped and low.
If only they wouldn’t leave us so alone.At the fair, and farther out, in the arcades,in arcadia—