100 haiku challenge - 17

Reading at the bar
on a damp night before spring.
Nowhere else to be.

I am reading the unread books on my fiction shelves. There were 17 at the beginning of the year. I read 1 and bought a new book, so there are 17 books to read. I won't rate them or review them, no matter how much I think I want to. Years of reading for sales and elevator pitches left some residue that I'm cleaning up with the work of letting go. But it was fun to read Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino last night over a beer and a burger. Fun to be silent with my elbows on the bar. Fun to let it wash over me with no expectation. 

There is a little bit of a poem in the moments of music and solitude in public. Sometimes it is a lived poem, sometimes it is written. We shall see about this one.