<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-b00203c4-7fff-c9a5-5132-00ca843ca221"><br><p style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">The Morning I Choose to Dust the Bookshelf</span></p><p style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">by Joan Myles</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">the morning I choose to dust the bookshelf</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">after too much rain and so little caring</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">the garden gropes its way through fog</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">and winter’s hush  crowds the windows</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">ceramic birds merely imitate flight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">where have all the flowers gone</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Montserrat,sans-serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:rgb(96,125,139);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">his grandmother’s mirth</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">my mother’s fears</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">the silence conspires even as it consoles me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">each small task becoming all the more significant</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">each object suspended in timelessness</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">And one beam of light upon my hand</span></p><br></span></div>