After a hard day
I read a friend’s poem online,
phrases of evocative beauty
and I play the music he posted.
Its sonorous notes roll over me
sweet, and I lose myself.
For a long, deep moment, I want
to be eaten up by it, swallowed whole,
stay there forever, but I shake myself free.
To react like this is the sign of a word-lover. To be transported for even just a little while is a gift.
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