Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Book & Cover

Do you judge a
book by its cover,
its words, or
the words between the lines.

Who really is the author
of the fluttering pages
held casually in your hand;
Rumpled thoughts
turned into breathing beads of lyric..
A necklace of a poets fossilized memory.

Weary digits scratch out his
muse’s nudging....

But who really is this dark stranger,
who shares with you his light.


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