When I buy a new book, after I finish reading it
I don’t put it on a shelf or sell it on Amazon.
No, I take it to the Library.
I ask “Can you put this book into circulation?”
I hand her over, knowing that I’m not losing her.
No, I’m setting her free.
I’m giving her as a gift, allowing her pages to
minister to more literary ragamuffins just like me.
Occasionally, I’ll venture back and check her out –
just to see how she’s doing.
I’ll see her worn, creased pages, and her slightly torn cover, and smile.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published October 2012.
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