with tattered covers,
worn out bindings,
and faded pages,
are put up each night.
But by day
you can find them,
out in the halls,
sitting on benches,
walking on pathways.
I saw them last week
at the Old Soldier's Home,
with their thin necks
like bookmarks tucked
into real life war stories.
RLJ - 2012
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