18 February 2017

Come out, oh Saturday wanderer

No matter, say your peace 

And look for what it is that troubles you

Outside that lonesome place

 

Oh, come out and meet the day

And sing a song before the sun begins to fall

 

Come out, oh Saturday wanderer, and play

Go on your noon-time parkland foray, you

disparaged poet, you

Lonely lazy wandering one 

 

Oh, come too and greet the day 

And bring with you a pen to write the way

 

Go on, oh Saturday wanderer, and sit

Upon that iron bench that rusted piece of

Sunlight, falling on your head you wander

In some thoughts of elsewhere places elsewhere

Faces seen on other wandering ones

 

Oh, come now, defeat the day

And bring with you a sonnet for the sun that sets

 

Go home, you cold and footsore walker you

Lonely, hazy, picker of daisies 

Go to your house your books and your

Solitude- a home is not a lonesome place