The Common Ground

Standing outside the bookstore
Inventing front page haikus
Drooping heads file through
Bookshelves at a steady pace
Quenching once shy moods

As booksellers of fecundity
Searched with desperate profundity
Outside brought the stars
In high juxtaposition
Mixed with inspection

Deep in the doorway
Was a trip beyond the sublime
With indication
Fantasy would walk the line
To the other side

By a spinning rack
Unbalanced and multitiered
A matchbook appeared
Lost upon the window ledge
While vacuums rolled near