Fusty books
on pristine shelves
unsettles the dust in my mind.
Dog eared memories
of a saga
lost to unfinished chapters
in a historical romance.
Flicking through the pages
at re-written prices
suggests many new readers
since I first read you.
Only bestsellers reach my library
not to be borrowed,
so I'll move my finger along
to the next shelf
where dust jacket hardbacks
await my eyes.

Yes, don't you just love old, dusty books?
Wishing you all the best!! 
I enjoyed shopping with you VERY much.
An especially satisfying poem, good poet. 



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