Second-Hand, Mark Trechock

Amy Casey, Neighborhood, 2007, Acrylic on Paper, 19″ X 21″




I slipped into a used bookstore,
avoiding a downpour,

an old warehouse, ladders
stretched to its ceiling.

It was New Orleans,
dank rows upon rows

of thrown-away novels,
encyclopedias, cookbooks,

a smell not far from
fallen leaves after rain.

I thumbed through the
poetry, Frost, Auden.

a Richard Wilbur, which
I opened to the preface,

signed to Tracy, love
always and forever, Jonathan.

Mark Trechock

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