private passion

by kels

image by @ddufourphotographie on unsplash

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where
parched leather scratches
thumbed pages scatter
window cracks just enough
shivering tea sits (half-filled)
and the sun streams in at 4 o’clock
i return
reconsider what i do
with this one and precious life;
what Franklin said about the
private and public and
if distinction means anything anymore;
what Shakespeare said about the
world being a stage and,
could i really just be a stagehand…