Saturday, September 25, 2010

A favorite few poems read and again,
Dvorak’s 9th to keep out the din,
ancient pajamas, threadworn and soft,
Capacious cup of coffee, sweatshirt, wool socks.
A chair by the window, deep, familiar and warm
in the
Autum Sun’s rays, an inherited throw.
And finally when all good things are right
a nap to bring me home again.

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