SHELVED.
Other people’s borrowed books
are lodgers on my crowded shelves.
Their broken spines, when spotted, speak
of characters beyond themselves;
of people I no longer see.
Time and distance intervene
but each is proof of some intent
to render joy or furnish truth.
I think about the books I’ve lent
and wonder what they say of me.
Travis Brow
Wed 8th Oct 2014 06:52
Thank you Anthony, i appreciate your comment.