Editing poetry: start reading books

When life is like an old wardrobe
dark and musty
smelling of mothballs
with no surprises and a chipboard ambience
start reading books

pick up one a day
and turn the first page
merge into the traffic of the story
flow with it into the spine and out
like paper-white cells

the next day start another
the new words like a fresh pulse
a pocket of oxygen
in a vaporous world

leave books on the floor
hop between them like islands
cradle the pages
let a chink of light in
start reading books
you will never finish

via Editing poetry: start reading books.

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