From a distance the group looks harmless.
On closer examination the members appear thoughtful.
Entering into the midst of the charmed circle
One hears recitations, thoughts offered as poetry.
It’s the second Sunday of the month.
We gather in this safe place
To listen to ourselves and others
Speak of the infinite and the absurd.
Our leader manifests a spirit of sharing,
Without demanding or forbidding dialogue,
She asks only that everyone manifest civility,
And a willingness to listen.
Our meeting place, a tiny piece of a very large park,
Has been christened with a dedicated,
Artfully constructed rock-like bench,
Marking this space for poets and poetry.
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