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Between Shelves


The air here is thick with the weight of almosts.
Books lean toward one another,
spines whispering the titles they wish they’d been given.

 

On the floor, a stack of drafts waits without complaint.
Some are missing their middles,
                            others their endings,
but all of them know the sound of a reader’s breath
when they’ve found the sentence worth keeping.

 

I walk the aisle slowly,
palming the dust as if it were a kind of currency.
Paying my way deeper into the silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This transported me back to

This transported me back to my college's library in Autumn 1976.  When a poem functions as a time machine, as this one does, that is proof of enormous verbal skill and poetic artistry.


Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]

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Thanks Starward-Led. I spent

Thanks Starward-Led. I spent quite a bit of time in the school library once I realised there were more books there than in our home library. Glad that this has stirred up some hopefully good memoriesSmile


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