It was a grey,
cloudy day,
today,
quiet at the shop,
time to read,
I’m almost through,
Bow Grip,
by Ivan E. Coyote,
great name, don’t you think?
I like this writer,
and I don’t understand,
how come,
I’m just discovering her,
now,
oh well,
isn’t that how it is,
with books,
with life,
you keep wondering,
how come,
I’ve never seen this,
I’ve never read that,
I’ve never been there,
I’ve never felt this way,
before,
a journey,
that’s what it is,
and if it wasn’t filled,
with discoveries,
with adventures,
with pitfalls,
and the occasional,
mudslide,
to go with,
the sunshine,
and,
rainbows,
it would be boring,
and boredom is not,
an acceptable option,
for the curious,
of mind,
I guess,
well,
I’m off to read,
I’ll tell you what,
I think of the book,
tomorrow,
most likely,
Later girls,
BB
