Monday, October 31, 2011
December, 1969. Working in downtown Baltimore, attending Johns Hopkins at night, spent many lunch hours doing research at the central branch of the Enoch Pratt Library. Research from the books the primary agenda, but observations of people started me on a quest to record what I saw. This and future Blogs will, on occasion, include some of these observations
Bleak, marrow stiff, winter.
Ragged cuff wanderers become conveniently literary
Pratt’s Public Library offers warm sanctuary
The vagabond nods behind an unread book, randomly chosen
The old guard, per chance a former wanderer
Chooses not to notice the feigned intellect of his fellow
Undisturbed, the drifter dreams of summer.