With others finally eager
Books less nearly half
The little bookseller
Little glasses and just over five feet
Not sad, not to pity
No sighs, no shrugs
In her embrace alighted
“Something will change!”
But angels live in bookstores like this
I said to her, one of them
Now where will they go?
Maybe, she said, they will follow you
I thought of the free pianos, advertised today
And continued to the street below.