At twenty years old, A renaissance birthed by poetry and collegiate confessions Your baritone droned in 4/4 time Painting verse after verse Like a landscape or a wake Remember when I recited Lowell from memory? Our professor’s eyes temporarily swallowed by faulty cataracts As I almost blatantly read “Water” Word by word from the book And although every last person in class knew, Not a soul breathed a word to her I think it was almost too absurd to mention out loud