Curling Up with a Good Book.

Used Book 
by Julie Kane

What luck-an open bookstore up ahead
as rain lashed awnings over Royal Street, 
and then to find the books were secondhand,

with one whole wall assigned to poetry;
and then, as if that wasn't luck enough,
to find, between Jarrell and Weldon Kees,
the blue-on-cream, familiar backbone of
my chapbook, out of print since '83—
its cover very slightly coffee-stained,
but aging (all in all) no worse than flesh
though all those cycles of the seasons since
its publication by a London press.
Then, out of luck, I read the name inside:
The man I thought would love me till I died.

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