For Nicoletta
You armchair judiciary,
Firing line: my youth;
I’ve no desire to qualify,
For you or any man on high,
My experience: Simple.
Addressed to all who vilify,
The tender shoot that occupies,
That unchecked corner of my mind;
The dogged sprout that will not shy,
From canopies so thin and tall,
Big feathered
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