books

books I carried

across continents

weight dragging at my back

to sit beside dusty roads

& be anywhere but there

for an hour maybe two

get up refreshed ready

to strike all over again

words supped at tables

along with beers & tapas

breakfasts of strange things

nights under stars not these

pages that gave me me

when I had no hold on this world

no family no lovers carefree

& when I sat to read

their weight was gone

everything was before me

the past was won

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