
letters loved,
and images
delivered
to the
forefront
of our
consciousness,
creating rhymes,
at times, sublime
stories, they
always do
shine
loved
as a child,
displayed
in the books
we
treasure
as a
clandestine
meeting
of minds
as, our
imaginations
conjure textures
of places
far and wide,
doing well
to abide
in one of our
favorite pastimes
In response to the WDYS #95 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.