A new portmanteau beckons to the scribbler
Who misses lunches at the picnic table
Surrounded by steak-crazy wasps and
The best company money cannot buy
Chariots circling a dome, fielding new
Weapons for peaceful demonstrations:
Metaphors slice through the air and stick
In the side of the pomelo tree, harvested
Before its time; who were we to have
An orchard with a hammock, looking up
At dry hills full of poison oak, where
Our restless feet carried at least one of
Us most of the days of the week; university
Heights beckoned, a not quite neighborhood
Of deer and the unpacifiable ocean, waving
Hello to the souls with the heart to pay attention
Roman Ryan 