on reading

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

oft times
there’s just me and a book
who’s an old
or maybe a new
friend
a glass of wine
the ceiling fan turning
the cat sleeping on the back
of my chair
and that’s all I need
that’s enough

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10 thoughts on “on reading

  1. I always thought I was comfortable being alone and then … long story short … something changed and I was suddenly truly happy alone. There’s a big difference between need to escape to being alone and just resting in it.

    Ok. That was kind of dorky. But I think your poem puts the latter across very well — thanks for sharing it with us!

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