I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 July 2008

Verse Portrait 3. Old Man Hitching

Rose from the side of the road
exceptionally tall and thin,
sudden scarecrow in the mirror
only better dressed.

Grey suit in a country summer.
Waving his stick for attention,
smiling like a child,
flopping awkwardly towards
the only car.

Might have waited ages.
(We were a bit off track.)
Going to town to shop
five miles; in eighty years
he’d never been further.
Said it proudly, gladly.

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