Home is where books surround me,
Where people who love books as I do
Inhabit this paradise.
Independent Bookstores –
Without coffee shops.
Narrow aisles to make room for more books.
Old and new books
Shoved willy-nilly into place
But the clerks who work there know
Where everything is.
After spending time there,
I also know how to look and find
Something I want to read.
I pay the price to support my reading addiction.
Cheaper than alcohol that can
tear down the body.
Not as pleasurable as sex but without
the risk of heartbreak.
Espeically old ones
in brick or stone buildings
with wooden shelves
instead of glass or metal.
Large hardwood tables
Two kinds of chairs:
Hard wooden ones to keep me alert
Ready to write or study;
Padded plush ones I can sink into
With my book and tarry
Until they close
Then I check out books to take
To my house where loved ones reside
And books I own surround me in every room.