Driving past the bookstore I almost stopped. I just like bookstores; have books I haven’t read yet; don’t need more books; and love buying books. I like browsing. The bookstore in Manchester, Vermont is one of my favorites, has lots of nooks and crannies with places to sit and hide with a book, must-have bric-à-brac, garden buddhas, café and snack bar. Used books are mixed in with new.
····the girl absorbed by the book, the boy
········by the girl
I fell in love once with a girl reading a book. Though I never saw her again, she was one of my most memorable love affairs. I almost made the first line ‘longing for spring—’, to keep the haiku seasonal. This is more of a senryu, I suppose, but I liked the mystery of simply—longing.
70: January 15th 2016 | bottlecap