In A Strange City, I

Smiling Half-reluctance Seems To Promise More Than The Frankest Gesture Of Desire.

Laughing At Our Friends, We Avenge The Disappointment They Have Caused.

If The World Would Apologize, I Might Consider A Reconciliation.

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?