nobody’s reading
smells of pine and soil
maybe by the time
the breeze
flips pages
to the next chapter
then maybe
somebody sees
what is being said. Meanwhile
the book in the clearing
in the woods
lies
quietly.
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Robert wrote Portraits, a book of poetry. Now and then sentences (prose) come together. Painting has taken up space in his life. Music is something he may be doing more of.
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