Inner Bark of Tree
Maura H. Harrison
Maura H. Harrison is a writer and photographer from Fredericksburg, VA. Her works have been published in Dappled Things, Ekstasis Magazine, Solum Journal, and others. Instagram @mhh25; TwitterX @mahaspring
I’m Salem Church—on Salem Church the road—
A branch within a larger library.
I am librarious, a horde, a lode,
A “liber,” Latin’s inner bark of tree.
I’m storehouse, shop, and chest—cache of caprice.
I’m leaf and rind—to peel and strip—a constant
Spring and a fall of books. I swell, increase,
New books my blooms. I chatter, rattle on, rant
On, rustle on. My sheaves are gathered, taken
Away, checked out. I shiver, shelves so bare
And empty, tapped. I’m overdue with grief
until returns return. I’m reawakened.
Prodigal books are shelved despite their wear
And I rejoice with each returning leaf.
Flash Issue 18