Mind Retreat – One

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Occasionally, I imagine myself
Surrounded by old bookshelves
With old books, walls of them,
Floors of them, dark stained wood.
I may read one, I might not.
Either way, I like the aesthetic.
Above my head might be
A crystal chandelier.
The doorways might be curved arches.
A few windows let in
Bright morning light.
And no voices around.

Just me, my thoughts, and the hills
Outside the window in my mind.

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