I stand stunned
as I come down
the incredibly steep stairs
as she comes up.
She looks so much
as Anne would.
Outside an Amsterdam sun
shines down on this tourist must
and here I am
doing the rounds.
I think that she is(perhaps an actress?)
hired by the museum
but no
she’s a real
live flesh & blood
tourist just like I
and moves like a ghost
looking at the pictures
of movie stars & starlets
as if she had just
pasted them there.
She leaves & leaves me
unsure of what I’ve seen
as if I had met Anne Frank
in person.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meeting-anne/
