When I returned to ANNAPOLIS, I parked at a meter near Church Circle to have my dinner and beers at Stan & Joe’s Saloon.
I had not seen this 300 year old circle in almost two years and this early evening in October I caught a glimpse of a woman getting ready to leave work.
Poetry is a freeze frame of a moment. This is that moment. The blending of Saint Anne’s Church, people leaving work and a woman in a window, and the poet creating his art.
I seldom read my poetry, so appreciate this moment. You can find the printed poem in my archives.
EL BROOKMAN
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