Had been too short to sell or give away.
“Take one,” Old Davis bade me graciously.
“Why not take two or three?”
“Take all you want.
Good-looking books like that.” He picked one fresh
In virgin wrapper from deep in the box,
And stroked it with a horny-handed kindness.
He read in one and I read in another,
Both either looking for or finding something.
The attic wasps went missing by like bullets.