a bookshop in May

A Bookshop in May


The lady in the bookshop, in another town an hour drive
from my home, was kind took in my collections of poetry
that had been evicted from another shop for not selling,
taking up shelf place, it was said. The lady in the new shop
has long, thin fingers, perhaps she plays the piano, elfin her
waist and fragrant her perfume; she wore flat heeled shoes;

that is practicable, if she’s on her feet all day, her partners
name is Louis Byron but is not related to Lord Byron,
the poet and that’s ok, some poets are famous for their
personal life which scholars find fascinating, There is plenty
of shelf places here, hopefully when T. Blair’s memoirs is
published, us poets will not be evicted once again