Friday, August 21, 2009
I love this poem.
I don't even have to tell you why, do I?
It speaks for itself.
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.
(Read the entire poem here.)
And now, I'm off to spend my entire day avoiding important novels.
Kyle at The Boy Reader is hosting Poetry Friday.