Shelves of buried treasure

(Written at the end of an enjoyable early-morning hour spent reading old poems, reflecting on the thousands of pages of buried treasure on the shelves in my room, and writing in my journal.)

Ah, the familiar pang of knowing I have but a few minutes left before I must dive into the quotidian. And here’s a hungry dog to help me start the transition.

Exploring the piles of treasure is entertaining and instructive. “You need to get out more,” they say, but, see here, we need to get in more, too. Look what I’ve found in here just this morning, after all.

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