Meeting Bob Ellis
Down the path
in overcoat
black and bulky
scarf round throat
Came a man
with hanging hair
darting eyes
and well used flair.
He stopped for coffee
flipped a page
turned the past
shared his stage.
Tent and sermon
altar call
guilt and sorry
pride and fall.
Backdrop always
close to fade
near forgotten
now in shade.
From a time
when life was framed
listed - focused
and half lame.
Spoken softly
with those near
for a moment
shared and clear.
Joy Weare,
30th May, 2010.
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