I followed the prompt and went with breaking out of a habit. I always insist on writing new material at cafes or libraries or anywhere else, but home...
The Location
Rebel
I write on a
hotel complimentary breakfast table
And in a loud
café and tune everything out.
I write outside
in the spring and summer
and in my
tent just as dawn moves the horizon.
I write in
the local library with the smell of books.
But I don’t
write at home in my office room,
I don’t pull
up a chair and sit my notebook
on my desk,
I don’t wake up at 5 in the morning
and stumble
into my room before anything else.
But for this
poem, I wrote in my room and
listened to the occasional car swish by
and realized how the sun slants through
the windows onto my bookshelves;
I could stay in here and write forever.
listened to the occasional car swish by
and realized how the sun slants through
the windows onto my bookshelves;
I could stay in here and write forever.
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