Poem: Books We Haven’t Touched in Years

(A poem inspired by Naomi Shihab Nye)

The person who wrote Yes!
in margins
disappeared.

Someone else
tempers her enthusiasms,
makes a small “v”
on its side
for lines
worth returning to.

A farmer
stares deeply
at a winter field,
envisioning
rich rows of corn.

In the mild tone
of farmers, says
Well, good luck

What happened to us?

He doesn’t dance
beside the road

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