the lost quadrille

sorely heeded like as not
stifled moments overshot
past returning just a bit
all those things i can't forget
blue-on-blue reminds me still
never touching never will
saving grief like miser's gold
spend tomorrow when i'm old
minding manners day by day
lifes a game play by play
years beyond the silent wall
where time stands small

drifting through these troubled hours
blonde-on-blonde like paper flowers

1978