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A Book Made Of Earth
I made a book made of earth
and took it down to the market
to see what it was worth.
And the old Russian lady
running the thirsty store
told me her quiet eyes
had never seen anything like it before.
She said, "Name your price,"
but her accent was thick
she had to repeat it twice.
And I sold it for a penny, nothing more
for it was bound by dirt
brown and bitter from the world's floor.
And the pages were of grass
taken from paths I had taken
from time, and time past.
There were no words, no story
just man made mistakes
told in their dull glory.
She put it in her window
for all to see
the display of a life once lived
supposedly fruitfully.
