Poetry: “Alexander at the Library” by Aaron Benedetti

Alexander at the Library His hands are basins. They brim as he handles books. The left one turns a page. Today I read Russia in his features—maybe Doctor Zhivago. I consider asking why he has never traveled. Or, I imagine his eyes on me. When he rises, at last, he draws one hand along the … Continue reading Poetry: “Alexander at the Library” by Aaron Benedetti

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