She walked towards me
Heel to toe
Heel to toe
Head up and proud
Gazing direct
The 1-1/2” rectangle block
Of a hardcover book
Balanced atop her head
Hips pivoting
Arms straight and swaying
Hands and fingers pointed outwards
Like a fashionista.
She sat in my lap
Wordless
The bun of her hair
Pressing into my face.
I could smell archives
Pages
And manuscripts.
The mysterioso
Of printer’s ink.
She crossed her legs
Taking the book down
From atop her dark, dark hair
Cracking the spine
And began reading to me
The most wonderous
Of fairy tales
That you'd never believe.
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