"That the Powerful Play Goes on"
(w.w. 305)
She lost herself
in not just another book,
but rather a piece of her soul that had
gone
missing.
There is was like a gentle
bird with prostrate and bended
wings--
its eyes singing with the same voice
as her own.
"You are not lost,"
it began
and then she read on.
She read until it filled her with delight,
until the crisp pages
bent in the corner beautifully
stuck to her heart
where it would stay
always.
-k.p.b.
