Poem – 21 May 2018

Bowler Appears Upon My Head

A man emerges from the bricks
at the back of my fireplace.
He is not Santa.
He is not a manifestation of Hestia or Saint Brigid.
He is a surveyor determining
a railroad bed
for a Magritte canvas.


copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney

 

 

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