Sunday 6 December 2020

the wrong comparison

 

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.