Dream Song 98: I met a junior not so junior and


I met a junior—not so junior—and
A-many others, who knew ‘him’ or ‘them’
Long ago, slightly,
Whom I know. It was the usual
Cocktail party, only (my schedule being strict)
Beforehand.

I worked. Well. Then they kept the kids away
With their own questions, over briefest coffee.
Then kids drove me to my city.
I think of the junior: once my advanced élève,
Sweetnatured, slack a little, never perhaps to make,
In my opinion then, it.

In my opinion, after a decade, now.
He publishes. The place was second-rate
And is throwing up new buildings.
He’ll be, with luck, there always. —Mr Bones,
Stop that damn dismal. —Why can’t we all the same
Be? —Dr Bones, how?


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Dream Song 98: I met a junior not so junior and