This poem goes out to awe of the bibliophiles, still, out there…
Read Scare – Owed to Bibliophiles
The knew red scare
Is being frayed
Of those who have read
A real book
In real hands
With real eyes
That the luminous nest
Of the human soul
Is knot a reflection
In the glow of a screen
How ever large or small
And dog-eared pages deliver
That soul massage
Of what too be
Truly frayed of
