. . . when Harliana Otto composes . . .
A Poem of Observation: “What was once there”
A dictionary rests on the table in front of me
Worn out by its years of life
The pages slowly growing yellow
As it waits for its final breathe
It is wrapped in the primary colors
Red, yellow, blue
Once vibrant colors now slowly fading
On a cover that cannot lie flat
The book lies on the table
It is not moving nor looking to be
Its spine that’s creased beyond repair
Its edges starting to wear down
On its side lie the words of its previous owner
A green scribble barely visible,
I’ll never meet this person who belongs to this name
But though fading away it forever stains the pages
But it is gone now
It doesn’t rest on the table in front of me anymore
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