The Comic Book
The comic book in front page cover.
Glossy for it's wonder.
All interest in it's characters
of glory and their thunder.
A comic book to split apart
in seam for pair of staples.
The paper's pulp been harvested
from several standing Maples.
An ink in print to bolded text
you'd sniff for fresher air.
The meaning of a delicate page
you flip through for it's ware.
A story told to light the senses
in visions from another.
A book so thin it simplifies;
there is no any other.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2017
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