(for the class of 1977’s 30-Year Reunion)

“Ithaca, forever” . . . whatever

a hopeful dream,

a wish that, like Ulysses, we might

come home if we could ever

outlive our students loans.

...

When Shadrach left the furnace

All Babylon was ablaze,

Terrible and brilliant light

Slashing and clawing from walls

Of yellow brick, from palm fronds,

From the high sun that echoed

Jubilation.   The shafts leaped ...