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. 

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