Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

---Reshelving carts
A life in these carts,
yet the books so quickly return.
finger oil stains the pages
so that they stick
when the binding
shuts. Seeming disorder, why
agronomy and Pynchon,
before the librarian

reshelves.
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