deep into the book
I lose
track of time.
I move the blinds
and see
that the sun is gone.
cars have arrived.
the children are no longer
playing
in the school yard.
parents have brought
them all
inside.
I dog ear a corner
of the last page read.
I'll go back to it later,
after
a meal,
a walk,
some thought,
then bed. I thought things
would be
different this time.
not this,
instead.
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