As nothing more
to an established quarterly
than a late re-subscription,
the galaxy separates this poet
from faintest recognition,
though a famous gentleman
welcomed the common folks
to stroll and browse and read
for enterprise and mastery,
his inbred administrators
pad each leveler's need
to shun the odd discovery,
safe from poetic discernment,
their liberality passes
on lending a kind word
or the merest assessment,
lest an elderly, no-college bird,
arriving too late for classes,
misconstrue encouragement.

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