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Forty years a Poet,
sixty years a man

Calling to me distant,
my last Etesian

Time at best deceptive,
a trinity of masks

Present truth accepted,
the one not first or last

Drums now beating softly,
their rhythm stills my heart

My spirit free to chase the wind
—this world I now depart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

— The End —