Browsing my local bookstores
redolent of incense
This haiku was forged from memories of my visits to two of my favorites local bookstores. I often visit them at the end of a busy work week, when the stores are devoid of people, even murmurs. All I can hear are the sounds of the pages I flip, the clinks from the cashier and breathing. It’s calm and peaceful, reminiscent of the interiors of a temple shrouded with incense.