I have odd chunks of time throughout the day -- five minutes when I am waiting for the bus to circle the neighborhood after picking up my son; fifteen minutes when I am waiting for the bus to drop off my son; five minutes here and there when I'm baking or waiting for a load of laundry to finish. There is not really enough time to get immersed in a book with a story. But these poems are a perfect length for that time.
I grab my coffee if it's still morning, or water if it's afternoon, and I sit down with this book. It's like sitting down with an old friend. It's like those short snippets of conversation you have when you only have a few minutes, but it feels like enough because you are talking with a friend.
That is exactly what these poems are like.
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