Diagnosis: Books

tcholland c.2018

I have this disease called “Books”
they’re hidden in
every cranny and nook.

I’ve run out of room,
—it’s true,
but still I go
aborrowin and alookin
to find just one more book.

The basement is full
the attic too
shelves line the garage
they’re on the ceiling too.

I guess I’ll have
to dig a well
one without water
but “very” deep
and there more
new books
I will keep.

Many more books, I can seek,
have no doubt
I will find them very well.
And when that well is full,
you will see,
I’ll dig a new well
for my disease.

 

tcholland  c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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