dust bin

dust bin

A Poem by aaron_m
"

discarded books.

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on the bus
reading that
which was once
given value
on the shelves
of fine bookstores,
now relegated to
yard sales
at 3 for a dollar.

whole collections of books
to be sold
to make room for new works
millions of names
lost in the rush.

The value of words
is not infinite
and in enough time
they will be as dust;
as fleeting to the universe
as sparks to the flame.

© 2008 aaron_m


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Added on December 11, 2008
Last Updated on December 20, 2008

Author

aaron_m
aaron_m

ottawa, ontario, Canada



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I am a modestly published writer currently living in Ottawa, Ontario. more..