it was the key

to everything

if you had one

copier queues

questions that

puzzle us like 

where to smoke

as Wordsworth

has it the river’s

London’s only

living presence

but I shouldn’t

be reading this

now & scrupled

her dark circles  

if a hand of euchre

at lunch seems an

antiquated notion 

so do i

go on

through 

light snow flurries

folded wings of collation

tonight like others

work late & no less

than dedicate this To

Our Unknowing Publisher,