Roger Clark Poems

Your orange, green and black tape-measure
(In inches, of course)
Curls comfortably, as it always has,
On the table beside you;
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Today's pilgrims carry maps,
Wear shorts & tattoos,
Looking for
The meaning of why they are here;
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What are you thinking,
As you proudly unwrap
Your green and red flag,
In minus twenty degrees?
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You mop the messy floor
In the washroom
With dignity
Your hair well groomed
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You look quizzically
At the years gone by;
Frowning at all those
Who've joined
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An avant-garde game of statues,
Or life frozen by aliens,
The morning shoppers
Obedient to the one-minute siren
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No agèd tourist you
Explorer guide and ever young
Who in a magic land
Where trembling minds step warily
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You stand transfixed
In Al Meera
Gazing at 'peaches and cream'
On the Lux shampoo
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