Readers, A Pantoum

January 9, 1998

READERS, A PANTOUM

We come home with two piles of books
just before a deluge of rain.
We each have our own special nook,
the place where books to read remain.

Just before a deluge of rain,
we rush in, light a fire near
the place where books to read remain,
that corner uniquely our sphere.

We rush in, light a fire near
the area that's claimed as ours,
that corner uniquely our sphere,
where we curl up by the hour.

The area that's claimed as ours,
where by custom we drink our tea,
where we curl up by the hour,
each devouring a mystery.

Where by custom we drink our tea,
in winter by a crackling fire
each devouring a mystery.
We share bits that we admire.

In winter by a crackling fire
we each have our own special nook.
We share bits that we admire.
We come home with two piles of books.