Coming to this ,with no place to go
He seemed stranded in today’s this.
He cannot remain either,at the table
Eating poems to surprise a librarian.

He surprises librarian by dark poems
In corners of shelves, their cobwebs
Early morning light caught in words.

Mark my words ,you strand, we will
Finish off eating all your light words ,
Now that you have some place to go.

(Homage to Canadian-American poet Mark Strand (1934-2014) who passed this year)

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