Once again, I climbed the narrow stairs in Books Afloat -
I'd walked down the pinched street, not far from the choppy sea -
I'd looked at the window menu of King Balti -
I steered clear of the vapers standing outside an edgy pub -
Inside the bookshop, I was thankful for the kindness of foxed volumes -
I took comfort in the look of the owner -
His stooped figure -
His antiquarian's tweed -
I bought a postcard of a 1930s Cunarder -
I gazed out the window at a scrap of sky -
11 June 2019
Books Afloat
Weymouth
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