Observations

Ideas , notes from life , idle thoughts

      So, the book shop

      Second hand books

      Second hand tales

      And fading lives

 

      Perched in sunshine

      The bird has a muse  

      So, contemplating

      Remembers Hokusai

 

      At the edge of time

      Sometimes we fall off

      Into an unknown

      The sparrow once knew

 

      The pink sweater

      Tied with panache

      About his neck

      Leading his dog

 

       Behind the pet

       The retinue

       Just keeps apace

       With her trolley

 

       And here we are

       Look we are sat

       Cappuccinos

       Guide or screen swipes

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like these observations....makes me a bit sad...our only local bookstore closed recently...was a great place for us local authors.
but the old days are long gone...and the little shops can barely if at all, exist.
j.

[Michael Oliver]

That is sad Jacob our best independent bookseller which when I was a student 50+ years ago was a small big cupboard of a space has expanded and expanded and has now brought the shop next door and turned it into a coffee shop,