Monday, July 26, 2010

Too Autobiographical to Be Entirely Interesting. . .

or not.

At the Bookstore

See what he does: sifting the shelves
he finds books all have left behind,
he piles them in stacks so large he
can't see as he stumbles his way
to the cafe to drop the pile
upon a tea-tray table top;
he sits to sort the stack by cost
or cover or blurb or first page.
One stack, then two, then three, these he
keeps, those he cannot say, these must
go away, and he gathers them
back again like a deck of cards
he deals them out again to see
if the same stacks form. And then stack
by stack he takes them back and sets
them on the shelves they came from.


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