Pleasant

Donald Pleasence
gazed into the pale spring light
of Albermarle Street, a hint
of madness in his eyes.
Suddenly the bald head swiveled
chameleon-like in response
to the movement of a waiter
in a far corner of the room.
The poor minion scuttled away.

(found poem in an interview of Donald Pleasance by Bryan Appleyard on the occasion of Mr. Pleasance's portrayal of Dr. Samuel Johnson in Don Shaw's play The Falklands Factor for BBC1.)

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