Soon it chanced we stood
Before I had reached despair, some fresh talaria brought out a smile from John. His feet married the soil, begetting posterity of prints upon the world.
He still had faith in a rainbow obscured by night, which for a short while may have shimmered in the morning. I knew he had poor ways, but if we were to change masks at the horizon, luck might change its bait too.
This was my confidence in their system.
Then after a warm spring followed their opportunity.
from In Memory of Pines
This is what happens when you lock yourself up with nothing to read but Walden and the Oulipo Compendium.