ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
A PLACE
it closes to them
its narrow pockets
with stern commands
ever almost last
ever sending away its best
in a broad field sky blazes
fertile waters moisten the ambition
of roots to spread widely
the flourishing amazes
those who stand there
experiment of grids
section half section quarter section
on every side the sudden flock
of number
broad field of forgetting of folly
its youth has left and none remain
but those who make a noise
of satisfaction
not calling back nor wanting to
beckon a daring
that would be called great