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A POET FORGETS HIS LIBRARY by Cornelius Eady

For Jack Agueros

Look at all those lovely books.
What are all those books to me?
Words are wriggle-fish in an endless sea.
I over-hear them talking,
Sometimes I think
They’re talking about me.

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