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reject books
I went to the bin filled with books, flipped em’ about
Saw some textbooks,
Some encyclopedias,
Some floppy children’s books about animals and God.
Rolled up my sleeves and did some digging,
Damaged bindings and torn out pages,
Words once carefully crafted and thought through, demolished, and thrown about like rubbish,
Time, energy, private celebrations for new and seasoned authors, dreams come true, goals met and reached-
Words wallowing at the bottom of the known and unknown, “better books.”
Dirty hands considering and leaving what was once a prized possession,
to someone
Someone who wrote a published book,
Someone who chose a book,
After a while, I find no one to take home,
And roll down my sleeves-
But leave a promise to the rest,
To one day return as a flipped about paperback in this bin, of select reject books.
Much gratitude for taking the time to read. I am inspired by all the people, poets, and writers within this community. Because of you, my words stay afloat. ❤
