some books, you savor,
some you throw across the room
and say
I can't read this junk.
others hold
the door from swinging shut,
or balance
a table
on the tilted floor,
a thin
copy of a poet you don't like.
some books
are within reach, ready
to be read more.
others
collect dust, put either
high or low,
the hardest to reach.
your favorites are kept
nearby,
at arms length
in a moments notice.
those books you savor.
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