Gardener at Heart - Book Two

The Bibliophile (Pearly Everlasting, Anaphalis margaritacea

So here’s my special hoard of books.

I savor them like twenty cooks.

It’s neat to read the words that hook some slippery truth at last.

The pages in their density,

Aligned and sewn so carefully,

Invite a thumb to come release the rustle that’s within.

I’ve read them often, I confess,

But I’m not full, and they’re not less;

I pick the ones I like the best, like flowers from the past.

It’s not their rareness, nor their dates,

Nor yet their cost that fascinates:

It’s just that they’ve become my mates through times both thick and thin.

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