Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Birthday poetry

This moves me. A Happy Birthday by Ted Kooser.

This evening I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.

I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.



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