Boson’s reply

You said something

  About a song adventurous.

About entrances and exits.

   About my time as puppy,

   And you as frat and yuppy.

My lead and its nexus


Both of us in the arms of our mothers.

Later as gallants,

To many in parks or clubs various, a nuisance.

And after the canon,

   A belly full.

Now finding ourselves crock

  And circling almost squat

       The shank of a walk.

With childish dreams and childish talk,

Our sight severe and at the lightest touch

    To recall what might have been and weep.
        Yet always the question with my eyes

              I repeat:

If the son of King David

   Had ten thousand wives,

Why do you have only one ?

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