The book on my periphery

I had only grabbed the book
to hold, to think about.
I walked around the house with it
and sat with it awhile.
I knew a little of what might be inside
but my imagination was running rampant –
and why not?
Possibility is often better than reality,
at least in sustained moments.
I often hold onto things too long;
sometimes, I do like to watch them fly away.

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