In the rustic attitudes of my history books
There is a party of fun flowers and light
masterfully played against the linen and the shack
The Impressionists and the dirt of the American South
are totally disconnected except
on my bookshelf.
The Bible sits next to Deepak Chopra
and titles like "Human Destiny"
are next to a book from the 1990s about Feng Shui.
Let's not forget all the photography books from my uncle
and one book in plastic called "Lyrics for Song Hits"
which is from the 40s approximately
and is hard backed
and the ideas of those songs being hits
is what makes it a gem.
Perhaps I will open it, and write one.
