ARMED STASIS

I will make a fact with you Robert Frost.

Me on the one side, you on the one side.

No learned astrologer will ever

Separate us, crouching in the proverb-

Ial darkness even when it sounds like

Light.—Gosh I gotta go soon, even now

The Jersey shore beckons, my cabana

For your cheddar, my bootstraps for your boot.