AND FOR NOW THE
FAINT ARE SETTLED
Mount Scarnow, Mission Hurst, Raging Waters; each of
these places echo an acquaintance of time and memory;
for me the very same factor of quality and life. All that went
into the timings and the places is still present for me today.
I remember Glenn Larks, the boy with the yellow hair. I
still can sense Madelaine McClure and her garden airs.
Whoever says that schooling takes the time out of youth
is wrong - it brings more together, packs its wayward
punch so that we never forget where we have been.
Len Benjamin, walking his stones and rabble; Leo
Kirks explaining Shakespeare to me. Bob Crabble
always singing some silly song. We license
ourselves to endings, it seems, before
we are even begun; and for now
the faint are settled.
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