Quadrangle / by Brian Kunde

Quadrangle
by Brian Kunde

As I was strolling through the Quad,
I saw a thing extremely odd;
A brazen, ragged man, who froze,
As I looked on, from crown to toes.

He stood in quiet company
With other men like unto he,
In lively pose, yet not one stirred,
But so contorted, there endured.

I gaped and asked the first one “Hey,
Do you need help? Are you okay?
I notice you look somewhat green,
So what’s the problem here, old bean?”

The fellow didn’t answer, so
I shrugged it off, and turned to go.
Thereafter, it appeared to me,
Folks glanced at me peculiarly.

“What’s wrong with all you people?” I
Made bold to ask. “You’re troubled. Why?”
Said one, “It’s you who’s troubled, man:
You just addressed a cast Rodin!”

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Quadrangle
(A Stanford Garland ; 3)

from A Stanford Garland and Other Verses, Sep. 2007.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes, Vol. 3, no. 14, Apr. 8, 1994, as “An Encounter in the Quad.”

1st web edition posted 12/27/1995.
2nd web edition posted 9/4/2007.
This page last updated 9/4/2007.