After Frost

He comes here
by whatever way he can,
not too late,
not too soon.

He sits, waiting.
He doesn't know
why he should
have such a patience.

He sits at a table
on a chair.
He is comfortable
sitting there.

No one else
in this room,
no others, no expectations,
no sounds.

Had he walked
another way,
would he be here,
like they say.

by Robert Creeley

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