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Local used bookshop, an easy energy
      comforting shelves crowded with tracks of wisdom,
      literature, philosophy, religion, the sciences  
      even graphic novels, saucy and weighty
      fluff, too, for pool side reading
      fairy tales of fear and fancy (what does turn pumpkins
                                                          into coaches after all?)
      stacks of Natural Geographic, provocative, with
                          indigenous innocence, lands and space
                          undusted spread of news

I walk through zig-zag enticement on floors that creak
         like old folks mating
         uninhibited, protracted browsing
         bookworm's comforting crawl
         steadied nirvana

Do I take a step in a different direction?
         buy a cookbook though I've little kitchen recollection
Authors recognizable
         soothing charm in
         brittle, yellow pages
         that have passed through protean ages

Gravitational pull of old, in a world where nothing much
         stands still
         like wired lives, pushed hard in the making 

I'm told that I'm shackled to what's obsolete
       to free myself from choke holds past
       like a bookshop, anachronistic

Did I mis-read value?  Nourish the inessential?

Outside signs are visible: site cleared for re-development
Demolition seeps (like tar) into our lives
       to strip space familiar
       to uproot stakes of what's connective
My aged bookshop, a disrupted treasure,
       worthy of a quiet reverence 
       dignity
       before the landscape veers




Poem composed:  March 8, 2021
Revised: April 3, 2021

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