Bookstore

Poking through a bookstore,

Wondering which book

To behold

And buy.

Envious of the authors

Who get it all down

Before the parade

Passes by.

They must lead rich

And full and creative

Lives.

The magic in their pages

Pierces my heart

Like tiny knives.

Knowing I could jump

Into any story

I wanted to

Leaves me breathless

Dizzy and agog.

It’s true.

Such a tough decision—

Which book is

The best?

Who’s got more magic

In their words

Than the rest?

Such mystery and

Majesty and magic

Await.

At the bookstore.

If the prices aren’t

Too great.