Images from a Literary Past

you read long novels, read
the scarred posters on stone walls

the library deafened by rain
where books rotted into trees

a deft whisper touched you, it
came from an old story

the street into college wettened
your fingers softly moved the pages

picking difficult words one at a time
you glanced at newcomers closely

buses departed across the wall, the
trees that you wrote poetry under
fenced like inmates waiting for visitors

30.1.17

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