Today's poem is by Michael Bazzett
My Favorite Book
is the one that rustles
when there is no wind,
when the day is stillcoming into consciousness,
when the fine fishbones
of light have not begun
to slide across the floor,its pages slowly turning
into something else,
shifting slowly as the shifting
leaves mark seasons,murmuring about time,
murmuring out of turn,
falling into rhythmwith my breath
as the day unfoldsmy body into yours
and we hope
for a little more darkness
Copyright © 2025 Michael Bazzett All rights reserved
from Cottonmouth Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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