All Damn Day

How many days has
Sadness wrapt up my feet?
Feels like I'm walking
Through soggy peat.
Patience is a virtue,
Virtue is a grace,
Grace is a little girl
Who doesn't wash her face.
"Pain undid me, Richmond
And Kew bore me face
Down in a canoe, suppliant
In a daze."  In twos I have
Parried them, all damn day
Son, all damn day.  In truth
I have carried much, and some
Still remains.  But if hope is
In persistence, I suppose a pen
Is friend today, but no longer
Following the citizens around,
No longer following the parade.
A pair of divine comedies to
Remedy this remembering-game.
Three shades mate, three shades.
A welcome venue, fellowship in
Vision:  A hollow etiquette critiqued,
I'm grateful as one who
Gets just what he needs.