one for the books
that so easily crease.
pages turn
and fold
and please,
if you see one,
undo the ear,
the fold,
that someone else put there,

by now that reader long and gone
doth hath mine pages
folded into a from
and it may me a from
that reads with ease
when it is the folder
that thumbs the leaves,
my place on the shelf
is long near gone
I belong in the garden
the book turned to from.