1. Museum

    Sundays, like a stanza break
    Or shower’s end of all applause,
    For some old unexplaining sake
    The optimistic tread these shores,
    As lonely as the dead awake
    Or God among the dinosaurs.



    by Glyn Maxwell

     
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