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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7 July 2012

Verse Portrait 94: As I Drive Away

As I drive away from the park 
where I've been sitting 
looking at trees, and writing,

I see him squatting 
atop a wooden table 
in the gazebo near the pond.

He wears a hooded jacket.
A small back-pack clings
to his hunched shoulders.

It's only 4:15. Already
the cold hunkers down
and the slow mist comes in.

I wouldn't like to be homeless
tonight, I think, shivering
as I drive away.

1 comment:

  1. Rosemary who lives in New South Wales, I am very much enjoying your poems today as I cruise your blog for a graphic befitting your sidebar button for my site.

    This one is especially touching.

    I wouldn't like to be homeless either.



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