Monday, February 1, 2021

book



i could be a book

in a rare books section

quietly breathing in shop dust

waiting patiently for you.

hoping you might pick me up.

i’ve seen you like old fashioned 

binding, and gilt edged pages. 

i’m much too ordinary perhaps.

i imagine you do find me some day

and sigh a quiet, ‘Hmm’

as you turn the pages

and discover me, I shiver

he now knows my name.

hope dislodges 

a sudden dust swirl 

that disappears into the light

shining above your head.

it’s enough to distract you

check the time on your phone.

you leave me

on the table with self help books

and silly space romances.