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Strangers came into the apartment
walked right to the bookshelf
to spill beer on your book.

Your book on a hook dangling off the roof
attracted a white horse to the door.

Your book emitted physical waves
into the air, drying my hair.

You climbed a tree to write
your book where you wouldn't be seen.
There was no tree there 
until you made it.

The shimmering leaves seemed to be powered   by light.
The tree shuffled this light onto strings.
The strings hung from the air.
The printers sewed your book together with them.


Submitted by Brian Evans

Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 12 Sep 2026 2:57 AM | Viewed: 4495 times

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