A Year of Poems – Day 264

The leather rows of quiet friends
Stacked until the shelving ends
Wait with patience to be read
Birds, mouths open to be fed
Yet they wait silent, without a sound
With wisdom poised and tightly bound
Until they’re open to be poured
Into the dragon’s treasure hoard.


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