In a park
quiet near the station
forty silver chairs
beckon you
read their lines
aloud while
strolling between maples
in shade
friendship
celebration
honour
one city’s gift to another:
forty poets
whisper
bonne fete et
many more…
In a park
quiet near the station
forty silver chairs
beckon you
read their lines
aloud while
strolling between maples
in shade
friendship
celebration
honour
one city’s gift to another:
forty poets
whisper
bonne fete et
many more…
You see now, don’t you?
Home is where you come from
Of course it is
But Home is also
where you are now.
I printed some cards
once for identity
but when I read the words
did not recognize
the description they
bore.
