2020-08-01 – Buried Books

Buried Books

a mean lightning
strikes down
the sky,

and i meant every pained
pose that mocked each
vacant gaze

etched on library’s
rain dusted

lifted from the folded
pages of shelf’s
better books,

if you’re too timid to
touch me, you may
still look on,

while i read from first
page of my buried


once exhumed, the bliss resumed
then our taste for story folded
and title found its way back

into cardboard box
kicked under a

Grumpy Gorman

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