where no one sits there’s no reason
to wait
yet there are many who with sharp
regard
look in the distance with eyes that
are hard
to see what they can measure of the
gait
or bearing of the folk whose heavy
freight
will end like all things in the somber
yard
together with the honest and disbarred
and all that we can do is blame dull
fate
our vision does not fail yet when we
glance
outside the window matters not so
bold
will move us not to hope but unto
ire
for what we know seems ruled by evil
chance
while brilliant sunshine does
nothing to cold
since long ago each chose to bank
the fire
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