There’s a new bookstore in town
sells poetry and fiction and not much else
I stopped in and ran in to an acquaintance
working there alone.
I walked here, I told him,
I live on the other side of the highway.
He nodded in a sympathetic way,
recommended a book to buy,
invited me to a reading.
I thanked him and paid
and walked home.
Not much of a business model,
but not a bad find, either,
this new place of rest.