Last page


in a musty corner of a book store

sit I

Beneath yellowed newsprint and papers high


Neither first edition nor collector’s find

A battered book

beyond it’s prime

The gilded print worn off my spine


Regard my tufted leather edge

from forlorn lover’s finger pledge

Cotton binding frayed by touch


So let me rest in dust some more

by the sombre Mahler score

my last page ripped out

years before

7 thoughts on “Last page”

  1. Thank you diana… yeah a bit cold morning… but nice to drink hot coffee..
    Have a good day… 🙂 😉


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