I cart My accoutrements
Room to room
Place to place.
A nomad
Suggesting industry
(But really begging for it).
At various stages of unread
The sand of my house-dust’s biome
Doesn’t stick
Only because
A vain pursuit
Of usage
Keeps them moving.
Nevertheless
Were I to leave one behind
It’d most assuredly be
The exact one I “needed”
And didn’t have.
So I’ll keep living
This way
Room to room
(And place to place).
A nomad
Whose imperative necessities
Are stacks of books
– And though a constant
Something akin to worship –
Lugged quite unceremoniously
Everywhere I go.
wordskeepmesane 
You are kind of like “Rory” on The Gilmore Girls, I know your still watching it 🙂
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Zoe tells me that too. Greg thinks I’m like Lorelai and Rory’s just started at Yale :).
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Isn’t it a good show ? Smart, funny, sad, kind of quirky at times, good writing, and for me… easy to look at.
But, Rory is always carrying books around everywhere she goes.
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Great show; writing’s fantastic, not to mention all the literary and music references.
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Your style is really unique compared to other folks I’ve read
stuff from. Many thanks for posting when you’ve got the opportunity, Guess I will just
book mark this blog.
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Your words are welcome ones! Thank you for stopping by, reading, and taking the time to let me know what you think. I’m better for your visit and your efforts! (And please come again!)
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