finding who you are but
not a gallant man beyond
the angry dilettante who
compromised your plan
not the man of means
with handy acres of heart
so unassailably freed
duplicity or treachery
not the tall power of one
who bent easily – sadly
no, just head-in-cloud,
acerbic feet-in-sand
but there were comforting
moments when alert
glimpses hinted an
aura of benign humility
that could be you –
they claimed – but for
plausible reasons we’d
expect no change
© 16 April 2011, I. D. Carswell
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