We crossed the river, yesterday. We skimmed impatient hands across jewelry, postcards, record albums, tin canisters emblazoned with long-dead logos, crockery. My eye was momentarily entrapped by these shiny things, distractions all. The sun riveted its heat into my flesh, dribbles of sweat danced down my arms before diving off of my jagged fingernails to land in the grassy unknown, spent. My eyes, shaded, landed on a pile of ink and ideas cobbled together with old leather and faith. This fellow was on top…
He’s an elder statesman, this one. A First Edition. $3.00.
It’s true that he is not as famous as his older siblings, Alice Adams and The Magnificent Ambersons. Orson Welles never courted him. Katharine Hepburn didn’t ask him to the dance. He’s handsome and pristine, just the same. I have the perfect place for him, on the fourth shelf from the top. Category: American Literature, Classic. Welcome home, big boy!
A beautiful bookmark for $1.00.
*“The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.”-Ezra Pound