One boy
dreaming
for Sun speak
like blossom
yet to bloom
did drown
in his river
of words.

His exposed
de-composure;
each petal found
still reaching.

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Editor’s Note: This verse is a remix of a book spine poem is written in honor of National Library Week and my unabashed, unafraid love for the library.  The photo was found on the Facebook page of the Campaign for America’s Libraries and more information about their book spine poem contest can be located here.