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Three Line Lunch: I Stop for its Music

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 94

I Stop for its Music

Jenny supervises me sorting my books: two seconds to sort into Bye-Bye, Keep,
Or Don’t Know. We hear Elise from the other room laughing on the phone.
“She has a beautiful laugh,” says Jenny. I stop for its music. “She sure does.”