The girl sits dead
Still in the wicker throne
Slop bowl to her side
The book is held on
Covered palms
Handkerchief absorbs
Impurities from her skin
This is a precious book
Opened at short degrees
Still upright - dressed
For important words
Head not tilted
To save her neck from
A thousand hard covers
A ritual
A moment
Shears across time
The air remains still
A good day to read
reading is the moment lost
ReplyDeletethe lost live
in such a moment
they are the pages
turning
dust turned
it's lost in the moment
we read
still as a portrait, pages turn, unnoticed
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