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The Night is Meant For Reading

I wrote this little poem during a 15-minute writing session at my school’s writing club last Thursday and felt like sharing it today. 🙂

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The Night is Meant for Reading

Time changes,
the evening comes home early
from work.
These days that are like gnats
fly freely into the candle of afternoon
and flare up briefly
before dying.
Then smoke and moon and owl hoots
settle in, purring around your ankles
and filling your pockets with dusk.

These nights are meant for reading,
with the lamp dimmed low
and the firelight warming your socks,
with the half full but mostly empty
(but easily refilled again)
cup of whatever makes your belly warm
resting beside you atop the

next

book, the one you will dive into
after this one, without even changing
the cross of your legs
on the blue stool with the orange pillow
in front of the hearth
beneath the dimmed lamp
near the window
that watches with its cloudy gray eyes.

This night is meant for reading,
and you—you are nothing
if not obedient.

© Carie Juettner, 2017