As we read these words, they come
more to light.
Words bound and found for consideration.
These words unfolded in day’s
early light.
Come to sight, mind their
business, close at hand.
Like a city we grew up in, shades
and shifts.
A city in here of countless suburbs.
Like the writers we always were
inside.
Their reviews come speechless,
ineffable.
Such words seen by you, your eye
enlightened.
Words for your personal insight
alone.
Like sentences only you
understand.
Frame by frame and dated one
November.
Tucked in a book that comes to
light later
In its special envelope.
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