christmas book

my sister gifts me
a book of poems
careful collection of
words filtered through her quiet lips
and grayish ocean eyes
bound with soft twine, cardboard
patterned flower fabric

when I unbind the strings
and open it to see all those words
I can’t help the gasp
that escapes

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