A book of poems arrives,
titled for a mythical/historical
being I greatly revere –
gift from a friend. She
has tucked an extra poem,
one of her own,
inspired by this book,
inside its front cover.
Naturally I read that first,
savour it, cherish it. The rest
I choose to discover slowly …
already taking this gift,
poem by poem, into my heart.
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