quarter turn of a century
can't relieve this quandary;
what run across our puerile minds,
raising up these woollen blinds?
perhaps another season; two
to find for us a useful clue
we stand upon a smouldered wreck
in this our unenviable trek
from these ashes phoenixes arise
from its inception alongside numerous other poetry sites, we have traversed life and the web - some of these sites are no longer, and those that remain aren't what they used to be
