How to read
at the end of the road,
a book, lying with pages
sprawled open
by morning breeze?
Drove on, got mail,
returned to road opening.
A few more pages had turned.
Stopped.
Got out.
What can this book be,
winking at me?
Uh huh ...
Danielle Steele,
from page
forty one,
coverless.
bw
3.2.15
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