The Dependable Blackness of Ink by Michele Aynesworth

There comes a moment when
life’s treasures tumble
like kaleidoscope shards

and the moving warmth of human flesh
gives way to the stillness of words
pinned in the middle of a book –

that moment when you reach out to feel
not the flow of hair or the rhythm of fingers
but the steady presence of a printed page,

and the color of your loved one’s eyes
becomes subsumed by
the dependable blackness of ink.

 

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