are lonely,
the Strunk and White
book,
the grammar
books,
the encyclopedias,
they sit unopened for
so long,
collecting dust,
left to themselves
on the bookshelf,
bullied
into the shadows
by the cell phone.
i know
that lonely feeling,
being
left alone.
unopened and read
with a strong light
by the big window.
there's so much small
print in all of us
that goes
unattended to.
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