This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.
Ted Kooser
COEXIST: Poetry, Books, and Essays by Diane Vogel Ferri
Did you write this or did Ted Kooser? Never heard of him, but I like the poem. I have been guilty of doing this very thing. What a great way to put it.
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