1. So he kept putting me off, feeding me hopes for three months,

    with a promise—then afterward his excuses were what came true.

  2. Tomorrow is an excuse for today, and today an excuse

    for yesterday—a span whose end will never come, forever.

  3. And still I am hopeful; whenever I hope, I gamble

    on bounty frozen solid: its presser can wring no water from it.

Sol 5.6