Used Book

Used Book My ragged spirit couples with cities lit in blue. Mission Drive lined in trees peddles herself. Well adorned lighting addressing the shop windows. We walked past with such abandon I forgot to look at the naked mannequin blushing in shame, surrounded by her stylish girlfriends plush with the newest fashions. Could we really be two old people? That certainly is not my reflection. Darling, I’m still twenty-five, ready to conquer avenues and noise jangled clubs. My boyish heart leans to city streets brushed with neon tinted shadows. I look at you, I see a sexy girl, could I have won this heart? Wood floors lay like silent clocks dusty with age in a book store along the way. With an air telling the rumors of long since, I felt at home. I wanted to help the old man moving along in silent pain. I saw him in every store window. I see him in his place, on the shelves lined with used books. Ron Kempton 3/7/18