The Pages Flew By That Summer

A Sonnet

each early morn started with a new book,

the fresh smell of ink perfuming the air,

and each turn of page felt like a great hook

till I was at ready with a new spare.

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falling in love with book boys was easy —

Darcy, Rochester, Laurie, Aragorn-

with little chance of them being sleazy,

but, ah, they were fictional, what a thorn.

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but the adventure called frequent and most —

daring heists, romances, and clever twists —

where I stayed awake late enough to boast

and made up my own first tales long in lists.

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all summer I read cover to cover,

becoming a lifelong story lover.

Originally published at https://vocal.media.