Bookstores Are Closing

Still some try to pile a stack of road maps and new apartments
To try to cover the roots that trace back to where we come from
Starting new life after new life
Until the old ones are blown apart like clouds in the winter
Time is doing it’s best to destroy
our sentiments
Book stores are closing,
Art is easily skimmed through on quick trigger mediums
I fight not to forget,
I like the scars and the ink and my past,
The beauty felt through pain and joy
I like the tangible we carry with us
Bearing witness to the life we have stamped into the earth


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