ABSTRACT RIFF

in the glen    
the men unclip their pens    
and feel the  familiar poetic yen    
     
to write in their notebooks      
about those willing women at whom they never volleyed a play    
and how a thorn of regret mars the men's days      
     
they retrieve names, certain settings, certain remarks    
all to a perfect  T --    
these earnest poets now didactically penned    
     
yet who at times tear out a page to rend    
     
because dwelling long in past times      
make them prisoners      
of the inconsolable rhyme