Attached
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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