Just half a bar and back I reel, a fingerling
of memory, hooked as to a thinning strand
of the hair I once had, rat tail down my spine.
And now . . . a smiling public man, as like to Yeats
as is a gnat to a bull elephant.
I was greater then, by the length of a future
now shrunk and thinner than my hair.
A year or two, a decade. All my hopes
behind me. And tricksy time reels onward.
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