Sunday, February 7, 2016

My Collection.

You come to me at the end of your journey.
Your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.

       Folded over
                         Written on
                                  Stamped in
                                           Left to rot


Today, I seize your well-loved spine and
pull you out to rest on a
hand-stained shelf.

You'll fit right in,
next to the others in this collection
of multi-colored ideas.

I promise to turn your welcoming pages.
Learn your secrets.
Smooth your wrinkles.
Hear your story.

I appreciate those that came before me,
and the bit of their story they left behind.

You come to me well traveled.
Be assured.
I'll read your verses-
                                            In time.

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