I know what you are thinking. I am sorry to disappoint.
Today begins the awful task of editing all 1044 lines of Takaaki, sonnet by sonnet, line by line, rhyme by rhyme, foot by foot, syllable by syllable. Now that I have about a week's worth of distance from the completed poem, I think I can begin to look at it a bit more critically.
In order not leave you longing for something poetical today, here is something from a few years ago to entertain you while Hercules is busy mucking out his metaphorical stables.
Two Ladies
For J.B.
Sophie was thought
A fine sculptress
Because she knew just how
To dress and carve
A stone.
Vicki was not
So lucky an artist:
Chiseling and chiseling at
Marble, she always
Struck bone.
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