Closed On the Table
I sit as a book
closed on the table
most familiar strangers
judge the cover
and ignore
Some pick up
and start to read
but do not continue
past the introduction
few have read on
but they know:
warm, alive, engaging
filled with illustrations
bursting the seams
of the imagination
I create no illusions
straightforward...
a soul yearning to be free
to be read...
to be understood
more often than happens now
So I open myself...
now exposed
lying open on the table
still only a few care to read
those who only browse
and skim the pages
I will call friends too
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