Window ShoppingA Poem by Laurie MorrisonUptown Whittier before the quake hit in '87 was a throw-back to the days before mega-malls. I miss it! He & his daughter moved the store to Grass Valley. He passed away a few years ago.
Window Shopping
Old Harry walks his Scottish terrier on Sundays The streets are reverently hushed in the Quaker town Storefronts shuttered in quiet meditation
Except for Harry's bookstore Paperbacks whisper strange secrets Old leather volumes tempt the voyager to new horizons with clay paper color illustrations
All reflected in the young man's spectacles of desire and betrayal reveal themselves page by page
His nicotine-stained fingers crack Philip José Farmer slides into his eager hands, searching for bliss in the well-thumbed sections
He slides the paperback into his sweater and trips the light beam bell as he slips away He steals through the deserted streets climbs the stairs to his lonely apartment and sets another fantasy on the shelf © 2008 Laurie Morrison |
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2008 AuthorLaurie MorrisonCAAboutI'm an unpublished author of a saga-length novel based on Norse mythology and set in real time. My favorite authors are: Mark Twain; Tom Robbins; William Kotswinkle; Ambrose Bierce; William Shakespea.. more..Writing
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