I returned a book to the library and was struck by the similarity between closed books and shellfish.
book end
along shelves upon shelves
closed as clams,
cockles and mussels
silenced except for
hushed rustles
leaf after leaf of soul food
tightly packed
something to bank on
and spellbind you
the scent of knowledge
of adventure and tears
of horror, joy and flights
of fancy
the freedom of mind
that trees provide
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-11-13 at 12:18
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