My last post…I wasn’t happy with it. I don’t think the short lines served the poem, hence the revision shared below.
On the Shelf
Those two books leaning to the right, poetry,
the green one with the worn spine,
Wordsworth or Keats, abbeys or urns,
tilted against the shelf wall and a red book
with gold letters, the Beats, Ginsberg’s Howl,
Rexroth and Corso, their streets and politics,
slanted against its green neighbor – two old friends.
Listen. You may hear them whisper.