If books could be flowers
I’d arrange them by color
and breathe in their dusty jackets
like a lover’s gift
I’d water them with my tears
as each character was pruned
and blossomed
I’d read them in time-lapse
to shrink hours of exploration
into one minute of the day
I’d never pick the best ones
so that they might grow
to heights no one has yet dreamed
I’d arrange them by color
and breathe in their dusty jackets
like a lover’s gift
I’d water them with my tears
as each character was pruned
and blossomed
I’d read them in time-lapse
to shrink hours of exploration
into one minute of the day
I’d never pick the best ones
so that they might grow
to heights no one has yet dreamed
