My Table
From Morning Songs: Sitting at my table where I write each day
This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, revived its youthful look, brought back its maple color, the one it hadwhen I found it in a secondhand storeso many years ago sitting in a corner with old lamps and think o...
