June day with slow, lazy hours.
Books to skim looking for prologues,
maybe I’ll read The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
Diane Trilling praises McCullers prior to Part One.
“In the town there were two mutes. . . . “
I have spent hours being mute
watching sparrows steal bits of bread from the doves.
Silently I read a recipe for pizza crust
and promise myself to sit in the living room tomorrow.
The living room is a dead room,
no one sits on the couches.
A striped, crafty cat stares as I walk by a dozen times a day or more.
come, sit and read to me.
Read to yourself on a June day.