she bought me an Italian writing journal
of archaeological leather
in glyphic design with a biblical buff
and a wrap strap to bind
its ancient off-white pages
its mysteries just waiting for a shelf
with a destiny of dust
forgotten in the next hundred years
when books return to rarity
until some connoisseur rouses it
from its sleep
but like treasure hunting yields empty crypts
expected brilliance might reveal
just the notation
Christmas 2020
Love, Mom
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