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a fifty cent book
as i held it in my hand
i could feel its age 🦊❤️
Again the local book hutch on the way to the trails provided me with a nice subject for my haiku post. A 50 cent, Dell paperback of “Wuthering Heights” printed in the 1960s caught my eye. I could tell it was well read and enjoyed. The back cover, worn thin by handling was reinforced by brittling Scotch tape. The yellowed pages felt tenderly thin and delicate. In high school Sister Jean often spoke of the author Emily Bronte with admiration and fondness. I never read the book… like so many other books I didn’t read. I almost want to go back and rescue the book and read it… but I won’t. Sorry Sister Jean. 🦊❤️