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There is a table
With stacks of books to be read
Calling out to me
One by one
Today,
now
“Bring me to bed with you”
They say
I listen
And look at the many covers
The pictures
The acknowledgments
The introductions
I
lay the books aside
Deciding I cannot spare time
To read now
The books still call out to me
Hoping I have an ear
For their silent call
I
scratch my head
Pull at my ears
Swallow hard the moment
Upon me
With haste
I pick up a book
And start reading
And realize a book not fully read
Creates a tear to be shed
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