Book Worm
He spots gold leaf
on faded linen
a forgotten sparkle
bound in dust
confidently pulls
it to him, gently
soothes the dark
of must and soot
allows the pungent
pages, the mellow
vellum to fall open
in his hands
then one by one
devours each word
memorizes every
pilfered phrase
Tess Kincaid
May 2011
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 66
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