In a Glass Of Cider

It seemed I was a mite of sediment

That waited for the bottom to ferment

So i could catch a bubble in ascent.

I rode up on one till the bubble burst,

And when that left me to sink back reversed

I was no worse off than I was at first.

I’d catch another bubble if I waited.

The thing was to get now and then elated.

                                                                                                                                          -Robert Frost 1962

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