nothing so delicious

27 Apr

I inhale. There is nothing
so delicious as a new book.
Dusty or pristine, borrowed or bought,
its weight, its cover, the layer by layer
discovery of what’s inside,
the definitive turn of a page
– or a phrase – I inhale.
Sharply. Slowly. Laughingly. Silently. Loudly.
Eagerly: There is nothing so delicious as a book.

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National Poetry Writing Month
30 poems in 30 days

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One Response to “nothing so delicious”

  1. Paula April 28, 2016 at 12:35 am #

    I love this one. I read a lot on my iPad but nothing beats a real book !

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