Hand-bound poetry book
not meant to be read by many
but filled with love for those who do
cardboard cover
colored in crayon
sealed with staples
to fading pages
looking like/ it came/ straight
out of a
typewriter
just for you
***
I open the book
find a blade of grass
gasp/ it's gone
sigh/ it's back!
how did you get?
in a book/ that
never leaves/ the
library
I put it back
where I found it
a secret bookmark
I wouldn't want nature
to lose its place
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