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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner

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To: Robert Douglas Hickey who started this subject	4/2/2003 7:16:45 AM
From: Poet	of 1582

Café Don Quixote Trees like country preachers On their rostrums, Their arms raised in blessing Over the evening fields. Every leaf now, every weed Helping the night Darken and quiet the world For what's to come. Birds of a feather, listen, Pay attention to me. I’m setting out astride my phantom Rozinante. Down a winding road where crows vanish. Imponderabilia, wherever you're hiding, Hop in the saddle with me. No two blades of grass, no two shadows Whisper our names alike. CAFÉ DON QUIXOTE in blood-red neon Just now coming into view In the vast, dark-clouded, Storm-threatening West. Charles Simic The Voice at 3:00 A.M.

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