A Poem to John Roberts
You probably do not remember me.
We were in Frank Freidel's U.S. His'try.
In Wigglesworth Hall in December we
reviewed. Remember Ali? Ah mys'try.
Earlier that same year was Roe v. Wade.
Did we discuss it at dinner? Maybe.
I don't recall. Old memories doth fade.
They're wreathed in doubt like an unborn baby.
Now I have a hopeful intuition
of you and a colleague, in the middle,
reas'ning well about life and volition,
rene0wing the American riddle.
The universe's moral arc is long,
We're right when we know that we could be wrong.
[Part II?]
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