The Day I Met An Actor Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The day I met an actor
Father Brown sat in my garden drinking beer
with fellow actors and producers.
Father Brown remembered me he had seen
Me watching him every weekday on Tv.
The actor profession is strictly hierarchical
I could not sit at his table but be placed
among the actor, like the one coming out
of the post office walking up the road and
has no speaking role.
I had a watering can and when watering
A rose bush near him, he spoke to me.
"So, you like to watch Father Brown?
"Yes, sir, I love the program."
"Thank you, " he said, with that, he turned
to the other casts by the table