for Walt Whitman
O Captain! Our Captain!
patriarch of the modern poet tree, always aiming
to be the freest of the free, even i too
Am a pupil of you, heeding evolution as a departure
from the masters, excavating
the exquisite canon
Of your Leaves of Grass mapped out like the long
winding road of life ushering us
back through the mine of
Your beautiful mind — full of vagaries, vigor
and vitality, full of lore to be
explored, even still
Tomorrow, for ages to follow.