The Poet's Corner ...

Requiem for Our Borders 

The house of books stands empty

Its shelves are barren now
Where once the coffee bar did thrive
No tables mark the row.

The readers and the music fans

The kids at story time
Have drifted off to other shops
To spend their precious dime.

Whither now the printed page

In the age of Kindle and Nook?
And how can I e’er download
The smell of a brand new book?
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