And sit in communion with these!

Oh, Grackle, I yearn to be with you,

For poetic communion I yearn

But I have ten engagements to speak in the suburbs

And alas, I've no time to return.

Oh alas, the undone moments,

Oh, the myriad hours bereft

Trying to be twenty people

And to do things right and left.

I would sit down by a Small Path