PRUNING BOOKS (# 74,965)

A week ago I grabbed a book on nature and left it beside my bed as I dozed off. In my dream spasm I managed to spill water on it. The next morning I awoke to the incontinent book and noticed it had caught the early morning sun and formed a small green shoot from the top of the spine. I pruned it to fit the bookshelf only for the book to throw itself off in order the photosynthesize and sprout new young leaves. So, I relented. Now it sits in a saucer of water and the first bud has appeared. On each petal, I spy words eager to blossom, act out their moment, then wilt and fall a good death into the mulch of the spine.

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