S P E C I A L S P I R I T S

Written by: jeffry cohan

   SPECIAL SPIRITS
I locked myself in a library one night
No one knew and there was no one in sight
I spoke to the spirits of so many still there
Frost read me a “Road Less traveled” as I unraveled a maze

So many concepts, so many thoughts, so much beauty
I felt as if protecting those venerable volumes was my duty
No one would rape, mutilate or change a page because I was there
As Poe’s poems smothered me in frosted fear

Baudelaire betrothed me to Breckinridge
And I was captivated and captured by Coleridge
I gazed all around and imagined how many words I was surrounded by
And that Dickenson or Dickens never had to cry

I locked myself in the library to sleep around poems
And realized how many people have lost their homes
I locked myself in the library to sleep around genius profound
And that made me ruminate on to where this planet is bound? 
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