From the collection The Immediate and No Sooner, from 2021.
Tanka 224
11/17/20
blurred copyright year
a book coy about its age
charmless and dated
the former belle of the ball
presents her tattered dance card
Haiku 895
11/23/20
the engine cramped up
the transmission seized and gasped
the minivan died
Haiku 896
11/23/20
the inheritance –
this dull sawblade of a laugh –
your father left you
Haiku 897
11/23/20
a wool coat soaked through
the apathetic triumph
of winter drizzle
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
The first poem reminds me of when I rescued a whole bunch of vintage books from a library (not a public one) because they were destined for the skip/dumpster otherwise. I kept those books for many years, through many house moves, only parting with the majority of them when we emigrated. Some of them are still with me now though. They are tatty and smell exceptionally musty and are on shelves behind cupboard doors rather than the open shelves but they are still there. I think of them as being scrappy and tenacious.
Books are so much more than just words on paper. Oh yes.