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Duane Ackerson
The
Books
The book of raindrops
gives you its word
then erases it with the next.
The book of waves
writes and unwrites the same sentence
over and over.
The book of doors
keeps turning into
something else.
The book of mirrors
hates the book of
windows.
The book of windows
has escaped, leaving a piece of blue
sky behind as a note.
The book
of
bookmarks.
The book of wind
turns its pages
faster than you can read them.
The book of storms
blows itself off the shelf
on even the calmest day.
The book of love:
you found it once, but can't locate it
again among all the others.
The book of years
grows smaller each time
you pick it up.
The book of maps
is difficult for me to locate --
I always have to ask directions to it.
The book of trees
may soon disappear
from the shelf.
The book of caution
is filled with the dying breath
of a thousand librarians.
The book of politics
is currently betweem Iraq
and a hard place.
The book of soup:
more stirring
than the book of great deeds.
Deep books
sometimes tend to smell
fishy.
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