On Saturdays, now and then,
I greet, at my doorstep, an uncomfortable young woman
wearing a modest blouse
(smelling of primrose)
inviting me to read pamphlets
and undiscover my uncertainty.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
On Saturdays
I found this 2 or 3 year-old poem while digging through some file folders:
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