How arduously he enlisted his random tasking
of quarrelsome memory! A trader he knew
named Frank
insisted on a monument to our quiet dreams—and,
there were other things he longed to suggest
with demands tendered from a treeless expanse.
Rolling across in strengthening waves, they left us
rebuked—so we gathered our assortment of packagings
and disposed of them in the appointed receptacles.
Deluged with offers, deluged with refuge, I, simply
wanted to stand close to them and feel young. Even so
a man at work propels the incendiary; he remained
stalwart, listing random memory with lithe courage.
rdking