micropoem for the day: settling in

There are times when things are just perfect. The day has gone so well it’s enough to make me want another one like it. Supper (or dinner if you prefer) is over. The dishes are washed. So I turn off the computer and the phone. No text messages for the time being. Everybody wants to say hi and ask if you can join them at the local juke joint. Maybe I’ll meet that someone who knows someone who is dating someone whose first cousin is a literary agent. Not this night.

settling in for the night
the cat on the window sill
a book awaits

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