TOURISTS–a bit of autumn doggerel
He lingered beside the covered bridge,
while his wife sat in their red auto.
The car with its Lousiana plates
blocked the road while he took the photo.
I welcomed him to Vermont. Why not?
They’re everywhere you go.
I’ve stopped being hostile, or even annoyed
(but I live in New Haven, not Stowe).
One time in Ireland, I entered a pub,
and everyone there stopped their talking.
And once I admired an old French church
while bereted men stood smoking and gawking.
I walked down the street in a small Polish town;
women parted their curtains to peer.
It’s good to be kind to the strangers we meet
since we’re all of us tourists here.