My Collection.

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

Barcoded
       Folded over
                 Worn
                         Written on
                                  Stamped in
                                           Left to rot

Discarded.

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.

Soon-

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.