Gorgeous expansion of life all day at the university— then home to be late for tea, an impractical, unwanted boarder. When rush hours were so tough a heart attack might get stepped over  you pounded the long footpaths,  partings in the houses’ iron hair; hosts of depression and wartime  hated their failure, which was you.  Widows with no facelift of joy  ironed you. Shamed by bookishness You puzzled their downcast sons who thought you might be a poofter.  Then you’d hitch home to run wild  again where cows made vaccines and ancient cows had discovered aspirin,  there where your father…