The city library must bankrupt be,
For when I passed it, they were selling books, For less than what they’d paid, apparently. I stopped: it’s not a thing one overlooks. They hawked the paperbacks for but a buck, And hard-bound volumes sold for only two. Which struck me as a happy bit of luck, So naturally I purchased quite a few. But why, I wondered, would they sell their stock? To solve the mystery I resolved to try, And pondered long what lay behind the shock Until I felt I’d hit the reason why. These items are perchance not moving well, So what they cannot lend, they think to sell. |
Book Sale
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 1, no. 48, Dec. 11, 1992.
1st web edition posted 5/15/2014.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1992-2014 by
Brian Kunde.