Garland

The one block of time is here.  I count my
Salutation, Ladies and Gentlemen.
East of here is the sea.  South of here is
Rye and that adorable person that
Priggish, prudish me was not admitted.
Realism finds him still a child.
Ask me air I breathe what I am today.
Can you hear me, can you see me, are you
Here? Are you mad? Do you love me; will you
Inquire after me again the way
Most men and women want to be found, sought…