dusky book store
scent of mold and words,
shelves lopsided,
piles stacked uneven
cashier at small round desk
could even be a fixture,
touching book flesh
leather embossed
crackle spine,
fabric , cardboard,
trembling nerves
anticipation,
sliding out of shelf
mottled pages
gold leaf edged,
type not seen anymore,
wallet beats as a
separate heart,
wanting to part
with dollar flow,
so many
so much infidelity,
the yearning has a keen edge
trying to objective,
to select the ones
you want to share
your home and
life with.
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Oh…I have never found an old bookstore or old book that I did not love…I have fewer dollars but am richer than most…loved the poem.
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A good little romp, Chris. I love the short lines giving an urgency, yet drawing the message out to it natural conclusion
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lovely…. i wish i could translate this into my language Tamil… will you permit me sir?
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Hello Chithan it would be interesting to see it in Tamil are you involved with any Tamil language based magazines it could be submitted to, also you can translate it as long as links back to my blog and my name upon it , thank you for reading and wonderful to meet you
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i loove this ! totally 😀
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Thank you 🙂
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