A TON OF HOLD
Even my bookshelves are laden
with freight : words and ideas
and designs. There's a ton of
hold keeping them all in place.
I browse like a stranger who's
never been here before.
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Sometimes I think back - in joy,
and longingly - with remembering
where this or that came from, or
who touched what volume; names
and dates, sometimes inscribed,
help me remember.
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The old Fourth Avenue cronies
who lurked on book-row. Many
of those men were 80 then, they'd
be 140 now. Curious precedent
how they died?
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Nothing lives forever, I guess;
except, maybe, words.
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