Wild About Books
I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.
Those pages fast or slow, they flip for me.
I dine on every sweet and salty word.
Their covers bid me stop, their hue marquee
cause me to laugh or weep, my mind transferred.
Wild about books! Their brains! Their brawn! I breach
a poet’s ecstasy — a golden speech.
A cemetery stone, my tablet cold.
An epitaph I read — the shards drool.
Those pretty words! I long to finger gold.
Instead reflective glass, the story’s cruel.
Wild about books! Their brains! Their brawn! I breach
a poet’s ecstasy — a golden speech.
The words, similitude of braille, lose face.
The utter joy, the scent of books, the sass.
In this isolation, I lose my place.
The ink of deep blue sky and green fresh grass.
I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.
4/27/2020
Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsor is Anthony Slausin
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