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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Two Hours in Old Breton
by Justine C. Tajonera
We met at a cafe,
exchanging stories
about books,
words like life
lines, stringing us
together.
Different women, different
lives told in the language
of books owned, lent,
lost, borrowed
and bought.
We laugh as we say,
"But it's a book club!" in
retort to questions about
love and other sundries
of life,
knowing full well
how life
is inextricable with
the books
we read.
We savor our cups
of coffee,
listening, exclaiming,
laughing
over how we've
read the same
and different
books.
(Jan. 19. 2010)
For the Breton Book Club
started last Jan. 16, 2010 at Cafe Breton, Ortigas Center
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friendship poetry,
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This poem really made my day... :-)
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