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Solitude Suits Me

Solitude suits me now and then,
The only sounds the low whisper
Of the heater in the wall
And the crackle of the coffee maker,
Its atoms wiggling
To find some accommodation,
And a bird just beyond my door
Chanting the morning call to prayer.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.