Thursday Afternoon Poem by Gavin Robinson
Thursday Afternoon
With a conversation's end,
Almost always comes the return
To the car, to home,
to that untouched nook
in the back corner
Yet, who opts to walk
the Scenic route?
Magnetized to the lakes and fields,
I try to explore more than habituate.
Today's finding:
an empty courtyard reminds me of opportunity
and the porcelain goose,
Of perspective.
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