Trying To Read
If I read a good book in the morning,
marvelous thoughts fly into my mind
like swifts, and out again.
They sweep me away from the page
And leave me in the empty sky.
In the afternoon bog water
sloshes behind my eyes,
slow wavering water weeds,
minutes on each word.
Evening is the time to read.
Then I can follow the other man's thoughts
over the roads, but too late!
I fall asleep on the way.
--Samuel Moon
From the posthumous collection, A Little Farther: Selected Works of Samuel Moon (Village Books; Bellingham, WA.)
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