Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Rest of the Pages Are Black

Memoirs are the commonplace
Books of the age, erudite
Compendia of good lines
From other sources arranged
Around some theme, what I did,
What happened, was done to me,
The year I crossed the desert,

Trained the hawk, lived in the woods,
Retraced the route, saw the past,
Found myself lost in a book:
Anatomies all, the art
In the accessorizing
Portmanteau worlds, wine pairings,
All librarian, no whale.

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