Passing An April Morning
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As I add poems towards my second book, I post them here for perusal.
My first book, Dreams Rewritten, is available at Barnes and Noble, on line.
It is morning in the middle hours
of my leisure.
I am reading The Great Gatsby,
something I have overlooked
for all this time.
There is something surreptitious
about reading a novel,
for even my mother wondered
why I lingered late into the evening
with my companion.
The library was a good source
of amusement
in those days.
Reading was a sure escape
from the humdrum
of a mundane existence.
Over the years words and numbers
took on meanings
I had never imagined.
The more I know of them
the less I understand
what it is they are pointing to.
In the light
of this April sky-cast day,
memories crisscross
like avenues and streets
in some aging city.
I add a generous number
of line breaks
to bring a tint of meaning
to my words.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2015
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