A second degree in Eighty One:
then she maybe 2 or 3 days
older than me.
Did I say days?
In Celtic reckoning.
With age years have reduced their sum.
I'm put in mind of old, grey-bearded
Rip van Winkle who fell asleep,
his 20 winks at once become
as many years: long, wasted years.
Or perhaps not wasted, merely spent
beyond the fellow’s cognisance
in latent recognition.
That would make sense to me.
Gluck then.
Well, there's a woman.
