Part Of The Endless Shelf Poem by Mark Kykon
Part Of The Endless Shelf
I settle into my snug, warm couch
While picking up my book
I lay it on my lap
And stare at the crisp folds
On the paperback cover
Its title longing for me
To open it
And read
It asks with a please
To read
The black and white symbols
That hide a story within
I push the cover open
And rub the bright pages
My mind begins to decode
The symbols
And I am engrossed
To another dreamy world of its creator
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