READING
Night almost here
stars waited
moon slept
you searched for books
among couches
among scattered papers
along warm floors
where afternoon sun had been
just a few minutes ago
deep breaths held scents of leather
leather books tied up in ribbons of many pasts,
put these down
put them on top of what was
one line on note-paper
one liners of youth
floating down city gutters
such urban stanzas
grit, bottles, glass
stories you would write later
this hour for reading
stretched across pages
letters mixed
writing emotions on stones you’ve climbed
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