The Poet

I went for a walk in town this afternoon; it was buzzing in anticipation of a game of football against you know who this evening. I doubt it will be any quieter now (nearly midnight); it was all good humoured, if only we could score a goal. Another glorious failure beckons on Tuesday. Anyway the blip is of the poet Robert Fergusson, which is opposite the Museum of Edinburgh.
 
Best on black.
 
Today’s entry on the Abstract Fiesta journal is Elm leaves.