: Aristotle and Chiron Compare Notes :

an excerpt by Richard Kenney

My boy thinks the world’s a spitball

Flipped with a silver spoon;

My boy’s blind to the world of fur
And fin and feather and bloom.

My boy’s bright, notwithstanding,
Moreover, and nonetheless;

He hasn’t heard the question yet,
But he knows there’ll be a test…

Each has a feel for the shadowsome,
And the ventricles of men;

The one recalling endlessly
The other one again.