Margaret Alice Second

Gold Star - 16,611 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

The Quiet Path - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Friday afternoon fatigue, chocolate
counterpoint against chips and tea,
an undercover spy posing as a kind
saleslady refuses me a Russian roll
I end up eating a cheese-steak pie

No longer able to make my way on
the quiet path between Soul Music
& an article on the square kilometre
telescope array - warning the poor
might just steal radio antenna sets

Since government invests in street
name changes only, Pretoria to be-
come Tshwane which rhymes with
Polokwane; being concerned with
petty things the telescope seems

A bit of an overkill for a populace
struggling with life on earth - - no
sympathy for astronomy's grand
ideal of mapping heaven the last
frontier - mine is to get home

In one piece…

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Tired after trying to translate documents I cannot focus on grand telescope ideals any more - only on the small ideal of getting home safely, in one piece, what with my being unable to digest the concept that my car's indicators are on the right and keep switching on the wipers on the left - in this bright sunshine -

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012

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