she sits in musty sunlit window seats,
Feet curled loosely underneath
Her paisley dress that gently grazes floors
As yellowed pages turn in spindly fingers
Decked with pretty opal rings she bought
With her books in goodwill stores,
Stacking volumes in her arms, until
She finds the one, a battered jacket,
Loved and cast aside in time, ready
For another person in the window to
Read that book in paperback, mass produced
But only one has fallen into hands
Decked with opal rings. She smiles
And slides between those tattered covers.
Margot Kinberg
That’s one thing I love about books. They give over and over and over, and let so many people get lost within their covers…
Dave Williams
Wonderful … finding enjoyment in a book that has been loved, then yellowed with age — but it still has plenty of magic to cause another reader to fall in love with it.
patientandkindlove
That’s why I love second hand books so much; knowing someone else has already been inside this world…
Greg Dennison
🙂