Monday, December 10, 2012

In a Bookshop

Sheer Height
The Last Human
Cannonball

Queens
Queen Mothers
Priestesses

And Lovely Power
Shoulder to shoulder
In the bookshop.

Books of all kinds poesy
And not
Eve was framed.

Camera Culture
Crowded together
Discriminate or not

Shelf fellows
By Chance
And not by choice.

Summary
This poem is written from found elements that I can observe from my comfortable seat in the bookshop situated in Wellington, New Zealand. I love books and bookshops.

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