At the foot of your dry well, Old friend in ambush, What did we expect?
Have we really changed?
You could never forgive me for
Pleasures divulged or defeats kept secret.
You have flowered in your little heat
Like an untrimmed wick.
It is plain what you are thinking
While I am thinking
How you have grown into your ugliness
Which at one time did not fit you.
Console your distaste for departures:
I find I brought only the one.
Hand me my coat.
Friend Reductio,
Would you have known delight
If it had knocked you down? - W. S. Merwin Sound effects courtesy of Zapsplat