Judging a Book by Its Covers

Where else can thoughts of freedom
be preserved and conserved
always ready to fly

But in the wings of a library
in the wings of a bookstore
under the wings of a book
in flapping cardboard covers

Two book covers
make strange bedfellows
the front and the back
beginning and end
the east and the west
light and dark

Book covers like bird wings
folded at nature’s rest
the book is a nest
ready to soar
at the birth of an idea
at a moment’s notice

Up and up they wing
free and freer they overcome
the fear of flying