Monday, April 13, 2009

National Poetry Month: Day #13

For all my bibliophile friends out there, a poem from April 11, 2002:

Used Books

It isn't that I can't afford
or don't relish the crackling
of fresh pages between stiff

It's more about salvation:
loving the loveless
tending stray cats
imagining the choices
that brought them
to abandonment,
wondering if underlined
phrases cross the lips
of my predecessors
like the names of lovers
lost in youth.

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