poetry diary

These books all concentrated lives you sense
we’ll all end up here in the end – 
stacked and indexed, fading bindings
hiding words which haven’t changed;
aged but still not read enough – 
wanting to be bought once more
(despite the dust)
and owned and loved and read again,
to change another life perhaps
and be restacked. 

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In Barter Books in Alnwick – one of the largest second hand bookshops in the UK (with a great coffee shop and ambience) and a difficult place to leave.