The darkness settled as we strangers sat
In the second floor room of the library
The bald host did not ask for names and that
He merely read his poem quite quickly
We then tried to comment, well, as best we
Could, though there was a long nervous silence
At first, broken by the newcomer, me
Though I was wary of causing offence
I did not understand his work, its sense
Escaped me till explained. My turn to bat
Eventually came and so, hurriedly
Sifting, I chose Beethoven's Ninth, immense
But well-known, as my theme. Had a good chat
After. Walked home through dark streets warily
Wed 24 Oct 07
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