Blaring from the shop’s façade
A neon sign claims “OPEN”
Step in here; please search the
Shelves that cradle books for you
Revisit dreams; life’s pride and purpose
Devour pages one-by-one
Eat words slowly—as you wish
Satisfy your long-held search for meaning
Books bound by fragile, wrinkled hands
Or joined by man’s devices
How little it may matter to a reader
Aching only for a sweet taste of wisdom
Lines fill with letters meant to squeeze
And ring their finest colors
Hear the soft, faint sounds of solitary breath
Collected vapors singing— in a book
Oh Susie…I remember when that photo was taken!
I thought you would remember. Elliot Bay Book Store & Cafe was such a sweet spot. Have you been to the new one?
I’m going to listen awhile before I speak here. But, this blog made me yearn for a slower time when I could drink a long drink of Book.
The slower time will come when you’re ready, my friend.