in POETRY, PROSE

I FOUND MYSELF ON AN OLD BOOKSHELF

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You were obscure,
I found you sitting by yourself
alone on the ledge of the bookshelf
you were frozen and unborn
almost a single bookend without a book

but you stood tall and dusty
proud to be an ancient volume
on a hand burred shelf
of solid polished oak
delicately carved
for a hand to rub and feel
the smooth curves
leading to well worn edges
and time tattered pages
from a volume of your work.