this book
won't read itself.
it sits there.
a cup
today on top of its
cover.
tomorrow a plate,
or mug,
or something else.
how hard it is to pick
it up
and begin
to read
the first page.
soon, one day,
soon
you say as your
feet rise up
to rest upon it.
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