The Conference
We converge(not clash with culture).
We explore city streets with open minds—if not hearts, and cataloguers take note of the typo in a book at a bookstore.
The director stepson soft gum on the street.
No one laughs, but everyone on the tour is charged with a solution for gum removal.
-Edited 7/8/24 at 9:14 a.m.
The original poem reads differently:
The Conference
We converge as a group of librarians. We do not clash with culture.
We explore city streetswith open minds—if not hearts,and catalogerstake note of the typoin a book at a bookstore.
The library director stepson soft gumstuck on the street, —then stuck on he.
No one laughs,but everyoneon this walking touris chargedwith a solution for gum removal.
-Edited 7/8/24 at 9:14 a.m.
