April 5 Poem, Still in Seattle

Some things I’ve learned about food I. Seattle: they charge 10-11$ extra for food delivery; food is more expensive than in NYC. It’s not a gluten-free friendly place, except for delightful gluten free crackers at a Classics Dept. post lecture reception. The pizza isn’t great. The student ice cream place is cheap, $1.64 for a big scoop but there were only 6 flavors.

Here’s the poem

Title: Alas and Alack

Yesterday I heard the word

“Alas”. Said by a lass. Alack Alas

I do not hear such words these days.

The days, they pass. Or Alas Alack?

Those bells at the top of the tower.

I rolled “the clocks” off my tongue

But bells do tell the time.

A lack of bells tolling these days,

Yet all the while notwithstanding, I stand in a quad and see the bell clocks

And hear, “Alas,”— a paltry yet still some small patch of bookery

I do miss and find many Alases bloom in my head these days.