Literary Drifters

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

Literary Drifter

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.

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