Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Reading Ease

I taught a student
once who seemed to love
books more than people;
it was hard for her

to look another 
in the eye, for hers
when open were glued 
to a page, some book.

Brain-damaged, she read
with such attention,
you would ask of her
no more than she gave.

Things you might take for
granted, startled her,
and left her perplexed
by the noise, alone.

But the still quiet
of reading bucked up 
her spirit and she 
was at ease, reading.

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