turnstile

Here for a day
reading their poems
on a cross-country
book promotion.

Gradually nine assembled:
two passers-by,
mother and sister of him,
the gallery manager,
two friends,
two acolytes from an earlier reading.

We heard the poems
too quickly I thought:
too little time to think;
soon we were shmoozing
over beers and tea.

They left the next day.
accompanied by a soft
metallic squeaking sound.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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