Some Minutes More

It’s not my home, but I’ve some moments more
alone with wine and book, before I see
four party people toting atmosphere
of almost 8 and one no longer 3.
Of course I love their happy energy,
but I appreciate some minutes more
till I’m beset by loving family:
kids running, parents toting, through the door.

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