Give forth your inch, and gaze upon the ell

you give yourself - imagined recompense

exchanged in darkened currency (don't tell)

which soon will tender into an offense -

soon all will fade, engendered in the dark,

uncertain world where ells have weight

much more than other lengths, so stark

in difference they are weighed in fate.

These ells of ours have substance in our minds -

in mine and yours, though hardly both the same -

and in the striving, tendering, and finds

mistaken values soon supplant true names.

For in an instant's reckoning there lies

the moment passion comes to life and dies.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A memory from a Pittsburgh trip.

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