It’s simple, our love – you ask what I’m reading and I tell you the plot,
What I love and hate about the characters,
How the author does what I wish I could but, so far, have not,
And if there was a movie, my dream cast of actors.
I tell you where I wish I was, while reading –
A summer afternoon in the park, lying in the shade
Or burrowed in the couch, sipping tea, not needing,
But wanting, cinnamon toast with orange marmalade.
I read aloud the passage that first made me cry
And the sentence, pure poetry but prose, that dried my tears up,
What I remember thinking when I plucked it from the shelf
And how the experience has measured up.
I flip the pages I still have until the end,
And either smile or frown,
In anticipation of the moment when I flip to the acknowledgments
Then have to put it down,
I tell you what it reminds me of
And what I will say in my video recap
Practice some of the five-dollar words I’ll try to remember
To say before I stop.
Then I simply say, Now you go,
And listen as you tell me the same.
It’s simple, our love,
We’re booklovers – Love’s already in our name.
Original poetry, Copyright © 2018 by Karen Wright
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