Why I Like Bookstores

Why I Like Bookstores

Roving through the bookstore
Hunting for fresh dreams
I breathe the scent of opportunites
In every aisle I weave.

A history novel beckons
‘Come hear my tale and thrill’
A language primer calls
‘Explore new worlds and speak!’

Ten thousand different stories
A thousand different skills
I inhale the breath of adventure
And get drunk on the wine of “what ifs.”

I leave the store with possibilities
And most will come to naught
But come next week I’ll wander back
To roam and search once more.

eyk 7/17/10

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