Stories within Stories

I found a piece of
Paper
in the Library, begging to be Read as
It slipped from the worn and tattered Pages
of Chaucer and Milton.
I fingered It lightly, the Scrap that was found
on page 197 in the Middle
of Paradise Lost.

Who could have put this? you wonder.

Handling the folded bit of news in your hand--
Did they have a life of their own? Did this

Paper have a Story?

Oh the wonders of what Are and what Might Be.