I spent part of my Saturday in the library reading poetry. Though I am there almost every week, I don’t read much poetry. I should read more; there are plenty of worse ways to spend an afternoon than finding things like this, by Daniel Hall:

Short Circuit

For no reason,
all at once,

a dove and a jay
swerve and land

at opposite ends
of the clothesline,

and the clothes — mine,
all mine! — commence

to dance with reckless
love and joy.