ULYSSES' FRIEZES

appreci: Sara Midda

There is the abhorrence of bad manners
the manners that are called bad,
the common behavior that bears traits of
indifference to suffering
and even the palest forms of cruelty.
There is disdain for crude language
and much sadness for the ways of humankind’s
turning blossoms into mush
at the bottom of the bin.

One form of rainstorm appears so:
without wind at all, late at night,
soon pouring off the eaves and sealing
within:
gentility.
And the end of remorse
for the boors.