Sick like dog and no brain.
Dick Davis has a book, Belonging: Poems, which I didn't know about and consequently don't have, but I've ordered it. Here's a short poem from his chapbook Just a Small One:
Sweet Pleasure . . .
Sweet pleasure my dear I haven't forgotten
The vows you delectably made
To stay with me always, come summer, come winter --
But it was your sister who stayed:
She winked at me, elbowed me, shoved me aside,
Then trashed every plan I had laid --
A permanent lodger who calls herself Duty,
A raucous and boorish old maid.
7:00:02 PM
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