Oskar Hansen

Lavender - Poem by Oskar Hansen

On a mile stone in a small town I sat trying to write
a poem, an old man sat on a wooden bench watching
me, he had a newspaper on his lap. A cat under a car
was watching him, perhaps he gave it something to eat
from time to time. With a sigh I put my notebook back
into the side pocket of my jacket. No poem today.
The man began reading his newspaper, the cat looked
away and began grooming itself. A bus stopped two
elderly ladies alighted, bags full of shopping, and all was
back to normal, but I remember the air of summer dust
diesel fumes and the aroma of lavender.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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