We slept with windows open all the night
The day I sold or gave my books away.
Was it the sound of the lusty tree frogs
Or the lightening of the burden of all
Those books never to read again (or read at all)
That made me lie awake, compose these lines,
And bade my body hum the song “Alive, Alive”?
[October 2001]
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