Joy is.
Reading a book.
Made of paper.
Written by a human.
I sit in my garden.
The sun sends me blessings.
Someone wrote words.
They came from a soul.
Enter my soul.
It’s a second hand book.
It cost me four dollars.
Keeps the trees happy.
I look up from the book.
Let the words linger.
I miss my dog.
He should be here with me.
But I will keep reading.
love on ya, Anthony
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