As poets, we’re the team to beat.
We get top marks from every Muse.
No future girl band in their day
— however short or long their feet —
could fill our boots, or — should I say? —
could slip into our dancing shoes.
Russian ships steamed south towards the waiting silos.
Kennedy sat with his generals. I lay in bed
Without a radio, and read of war in Germany or space…
As poets, we’re the team to beat.
We get top marks from every Muse.
No future girl band in their day
— however short or long their feet —
could fill our boots, or — should I say? —
could slip into our dancing shoes.
οὐδ᾽ ἴαν δοκίμοιμι προσίδοισαν φάος ἀλίω
ἔσσεσθαι σοφίαν πάρθενον ἐις οὐδένα πω χρόνον τοιαύταν
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by John Richmond
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