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After eight years of retirement
I still have most of my books.
I keep them in the basement,
where no lights shine on the shelves.
Every day, when I come down to read,
I find more books than the day before.
I think they copulate in the dark.
At night, when I turn the lights off,
I can hear them all chattering,
and clattering away. At first, I thought
they were faking it, like human beings.
Now I am not so sure. What are they doing
as they lie there beneath their covers?
Books, a generic term:
I fear the dictionaries are worst,
lining things up in alphabetical order.
Then I wonder about the mysteries,
the philosophies, the religious tracts
that are hell-bent on controlling others,
but are notorious for not controlling themselves.
Whatever are they up to, I wonder,
as they rustle their pages and mutter
to each other on their shelves.
I have a collection of art books
with pictures of unclothed statues ,
not to mention real, naked people.
I am afraid to look at the photos.
rogermoorepoet 
I love this one, Roger! The idea of your books copulating in the basement under their covers while you sleep is hilarious! A great piece!
Dwight
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Thanks, Dwight. I’ve been off line for a couple of days, site migration. Sorry to be so slow in replying. “Beware the shuffling of pages and the rattling of loose shelves at night.”
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That is ok. I will be aware!
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I seem to be back on now.
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Heart toching,dear roger
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The black and white photo takes us into a distant past where the page was white and the printed word was black with understanding and misunderstanding. How we have twisted and turned on the corkscrew of another’s misplaced, combative words.
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