A room of my own--
With a door that closes
That makes such a difference
After years of being on call
Always
It's true the door can be knocked upon
Or shouted through
But somehow the closed door
Makes the space feel more solitary
A desk
A chair
A daybed for naps
With shelves and shelves of books
A window looking east
Out onto a tree
A space of my own
To dream by
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