My walls hold stories
not found on shelf pages

Whispers down sacred halls
At times I am quiet
yet scream with the history
of a thousand cultures
and a million thoughts

I grab at your heart
and invite your rage
Stolen kisses with wisps
of embarrassment
haunt my shelves

I am laughter
meeting giggles
from babes
rocked in grandparents’ arms

I am wise in my ways
and wonderfully foolish with my love

I am ancient and new
Discovered and forgotten
Malleable and unrelenting

A cornucopia of
worn pages and electronics

I was here before you knew
that you needed me

and I look forward to making your acquaintance

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