OLD BOOKSTORE

Why don’t we have these anymore?

Books covering ceiling to floor.

Happiness between the binding.

What a perfect and safe finding.

Read in the candlelight.

Nothing can be as right.

Pictures and words before my eyes.

Reading about truth and some lies.

You’ll definitely find me hiding.

The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.

A VISION

 

A VISION 

The bookstore is dark. 

I turn on the lights. 

Rows of bookcases loom tall. 

I open the curtains. 

The Florida sun flows in through picture windows. 

Bright squares fall across the floor. 

The perfect spot for comfy couches and chairs. 

A counter with stools to the right, 

where I would serve coffee and pastries. 

Book stacks to the left. 

Yes, it’s all coming alive to me. 

A bookstore/ coffee shop 

in the seaside town of Oasis. 

Little did I know of the otherworldly plans

taking place at the same time as mine. 

Plans that are in no way 

as peaceful and innocent as mine. 

THE DEAD GAME

TO READ A BOOK

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    Imagine a place like this.

    The perfect hotel of bliss.

    Endless books to read.

    Nothing else I’d need.

    Walls of books everywhere.

    All you need is a chair.

    Never run out of a book.

    Just pick your favorite nook.

    Read the day away.

    Nothing else to say.

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THE EVIL ONE

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    I walk alone at night.

    Moon is at its full height.

    Sky black as tar.

    I don’t go far.

    I search for a shadow.

    Can freeze to the marrow.

    I want to see who he has become

    The Dead leader, the evil one.

    THE DEAD GAME

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    I look out the window

    and what do I see?

    A storm growing in force

    and coming for me.

    Death comes to town.

    It has its own name.

    The one that I know

    is called The Dead Game.

    THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE SMELL OF A BOOKSTORE

The smell of a bookstore.
The enticing aroma.
It draws me inside.
Pulling me into its embrace.

Shelf after shelf of books.
Books that have one purpose.
To keep their words safe.
For someone, like me, to enjoy.

Sunlight streams in.
Highlighting the dust mites in the air.
I reach for a book.
Is this the best one for me?

Pages are rustling in the next aisle.
Other people are lost in their books.
Maybe I don’t need to pick just one.
Endless possibilities. 

History, mystery, cooking,
Oh my!
What to choose?
Do I need to choose?

I feel like skipping down the block.
I leave the store with bags of books.
Eager to read them.
Eager to learn for them.
Life is good today.