If Poems could be People

If poems could be people,
I think I’d find you amongst
the pages of fresh binding,
lining the walls of a library,
coffee permeating the air,
words encircling watercolor
pictures and speaking on
behalf of love.

If poems could be people,
I think you’d find me amongst
the confines of a binding torn
loose with age, weathered by
the storm of perpetual hope,
amidst the dust of a trunk
hidden behind the hallway,
somewhere in the shadows
of the greats.

– B.

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