A comment on my post of April 27, from a kindred soul: “…I love the idea of sitting in the sun reading , and often go out with my book—but the pages remain unread as I sit and muse and look and dream—but the book is there should the ability to read outside suddenly appear” —Pauline King
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Should the ability appear, to read outdoors
A book rests open on my lap awaiting here
To take me far from fragrant pine and sycamore
Should the ability appear.
But I am hooked, distracted into now, I fear,
Under the influence of lilac, dreaming on a hellebore,
Holding my breath to hear a bobolink draw near.
I’ve brought a book out in the sun only to ignore
Its poor inked pages while I drink the atmosphere.
I’ll still read other worlds—it’s what the book is for.
Should the ability appear.
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SHOULD THE ABILITY APPEAR