April 8, 2017
Reading
There is a cliche
that would be easy to say:
Reading is an adventure.
But it’s so much more
than a park tour
or a fictional lecture.
It’s swimming, it’s baseball,
it’s an old oak, 30 feet tall
that no one intends to cut down.
It’s an orange feather,
it’s curl-up blanket weather,
it’s New York City downtown.
Reading is broken chalk,
a midnight walk,
and a pair of sole-worn shoes,
left over chip cheese dust,
forgotten pizza crust–
a red alto sax playing the blues.
Reading is everything
all hooked on a string
that is incredibly strong.
Reading is never clean
and if you think you know what reading means,
I’d hazard to guess you’re wrong.