2nd Draft: Buying Love Poetry at a Thrift Store

[Richard]

“Buying Love Poetry at a Thrift Store”

Pages gone so dull
paper cuts became kisses
that can never be.

Yellowed poems trying
their damnedest to be red
and remind me of love

being more than boxes
left in an attic, waiting 
for a postmortem yard sale.


1st Draft:

“Buying Love Poetry at a Thrift Store”

Pages gone so dull
paper cuts became kisses
that can never be,
and yellowed love tries
at not forgetting it was born
from red,
while the poet is ghostly
footsteps in an attic
no one cares enough
to clutter with clutter.