Boomerang Books - Poem by Bill Grace
My wife - the elementary school librarian
tells stories of boomerang books
whose circuit sometimes
is a matter of years
with boxes that harbor the truant
frequently props in this drama
of lost and found.
Brothers and sometimes even sisters
play bit parts
with these corpuscles
of intellect’s blood
that help keep
my old brain alive.
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