Tucked on a shelf I found a book
Bound in red leather.
Its pages soft as worn-out silk
With the damp odor of mold.
Between its pages was a note,
Blurred by the hands of time:
"I'll wait for you tonight by the church door.
I'll be there at seven. Don't be late."
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1980(c)Vilma Vitanza
Albany, CA
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Tucked on a shelf I found a book
Bound in red leather.
Its pages soft as worn-out silk
With the damp odor of mold.
Between its pages was a note,
Blurred by the hands of time:
"I'll wait for you tonight by the church door.
I'll be there at seven. Don't be late."
* * *
1980(c)Vilma Vitanza
Albany, CA