From this seat, a small window
frames the street; a door swings
on its hinges. Who's to know
what the welcome brings?
.
Here comes a backpack with a laptop
looking for a hot spot.
Is it be-bop, is it hip-hop?
No, it's a cool cat with a top knot.
.
Here comes a white shirt with dark glasses
collared by a black tie.
Is it the business look that passes
as a brief case of who am I?
.
Doors, and poets, are trained in etiquette
they welcome those they haven’t met.
.
© Tim Grace, 8 April 2011
(Revised: 2 November 2022)
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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