The Poetry Section at the book store

is shrinking

Poets have finally written themselves

into a small corner

on the second floor

between autobiography and word games

All that’s left are a few anthologies

and the sayings

of a toothless prophet

The magazine rack has been extended

to seven feet long,

five levels deep,

under a bright yellow awning

right inside the front door

Golden edged thrillers and exposés

flicker with intriguing illustrations

and celebrity photos

suitable for framing

How-to-do-it and self-help books

now expand

our inner awareness

filling two new aisles

All references to pain have been


from the hymes and lines