Friday, January 23, 2015


for Jacques Harlow

          “Abash, abate, abet, abstemious  . . .”
          Began the list of words in seventh grade
          We had to know and put in sentences,
          And by year’s end we had a whole parade
          Of nouns and verbs, adverbs and adjectives
          To march our minds into the larger sphere
          Of consciousness that ample language gives,
          Where things un-thought before could now appear.
          Which makes me wonder what ideas yet
          Remain incognizant to me for lack
          Of terms my curiosity would abet
          And keep my freighted line of thought on track.
               So, unabashed, I’ll not abate my quest
               Nor be abstemious to find the best.