I see life in book endings.

from sand beach weddings

to dragon defeats,

where not even fire can heat

an emotion so hot as to

have a clue

about what it means.

But in all honestly,

I don’t believe

in those book sales for new books.

There are older ones,

colder ones,

sitting on the back of shelves.

They’re only 25 cents inside

your local bookstore where they hide

the diamonds in the rough

to see who’s tough enough

to find them.

And although I only see book endings,

they always mean new beginnings,

because there’s forever another book to pick up.