Writer’s Goal

I turned the pages blind to numbers-
Enjoying the story-
Engrossed with wonder.

At 12:45a I notice the page
Already at 185
Still setting the stage.

Suddenly a thought hits
At the gift of words to read
And a dim light lit…

I’m reading a great writer…
A gift I hope to have someday…
And you will be pulling the all-nighter.

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