Used Bookstore

by B.Z. Niditch

There is something
to a used bookstore;
the quiet earthy climate,
moving, fluttery sounds
of hands which retrieve
a love note in the leaf,
binding us to someone
who notes and writes
in certain creative corners;
those brusque, foaming reviews
which stay with you
long after volumes return
to their rebound leather
in our solitary rooms.


From Illogical Muse