Alone in the Library

After hours of reading alone I take to counting on my fingers the random things known to children—dogs I’ve owned or known; automobiles I’ve seen in person; best arias by Verdi. Outside rain brings down the last October leaves. I’m up to my ring finger. The first October I remember was in Helsinki. There was a reindeer wearing pajamas in the market square. 

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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