Sedimentary

The day was warm and
The room was sunny,
Wrote the novelist.

The day was warm and
The room was sunny,
You read, and he had

No particular
Place to go. The day
Was warm and the room

Was sunny, were words
In prose. You wondered,
If, when repeated,

They’re no longer prose.
They’re no longer part
Of a narrative.

They don’t still belong
To the novelist.
The day was warm and

The room was sunny
Where you read with no
Other place to go.