A Used Book Store
Her glasses perched on her nose, my old friend
the Bookworm proprietor, welcomed me smiling,
and then murmured. quietly.."behave yourself"
knowing I would end up at the poetry shelf.
Words, one word, a billion words..all for
me..all for the taking. Words of love and hate,
of brooks and fields, creatures small and great.
Words of sunshine and laughter ,sadness
and hope…of places and faces.
A coffee stain, a torn page patched with tape..
a loving inscription on a cover page.
Settling in my favorite chair, the tabby cat
at my feet, I loose myself in a land far away,
a land that grew from a poets mind and heart.
Tomorrow will come soon enough, but for this
time, and of all these words, I am a part…
8/24/14
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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