One I wrote in front of a bookshop at night:

I’m

Actually a big fan

Of bookstores at night.

I worked in one once.

As I did a bar. With book stores,

The slow glow alone of browsing books together, makes me feel home.

They are soft on the eyes and allow

Dogs to pass easily.

But I prefer a proper bar though

Where people look you in eye

And just are, carousing into

One another. And with dogs and people alike-Life’s a contact sport there.

And you’re not too sure

What they are saying

Or emitting that night-you must touch to know. Taste to see. Live to glow.

Their eye’s meanings are less certain

But more determined to be.

It forces Love’s immediacy.

It leans from evening’s glow

Into night’s fortitude.

But maybe this day

I vote for evening’s glow

Books without eyes

Time without telling

And dogs just being themselves

Around that type of time that

Only books emit

For us all.