I was here

Before the crowd,

To sit in silence,

And read aloud

Mindfully of -

Something lost

And found and

Yet again lost.  

 

This is the last

Bit of the book,

So let me have

One last look

At the possibilities

Between the characters

Who could have

Found their trace,

And been in a

Paradisiacal place.

 

The crowd will soon

And largely gather

At this book fair,

And I might have to

Sacrifice my spot

For the rest of them

To compare;

 

The boisterous boys,

Some modernized men,

Pretty-witty women,

And wise old men,

All with their lists,

Paper bags, markers

And bookmarks.

 

Someone else

Might be as

Interested as me

In reading this book,

Measuring the

Doleful depth and

Weakening width;

 

Some love to keep

The heart hooked,

And some agony

To resonate with.