Once Again I Fail to Read an Important Novel
by George Bilgere
Instead, we sit together beside the fountain,
the important novel and I.
We are having coffee together
in that quiet first hour of the morning,
respecting each other's silences
in the shadow of an important old building
in this small but significant European city.
All the characters can relax.
I'm giving them the day off.
For once they can forget about their problems—
desire, betrayal, the fatal denouement—
and just sit peacefully beside me.
Here's the rest.
I'm off to New Orleans today for the IRA conference. I'm hoping to see some Poetry Friday regulars there! Meanwhile, Jama's hosting the roundup today, so it's bound to be delicious!
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