As I journey through these forgotten isles
I see curious things
Things that are rusted
Things that look like that one bluish green penny in your
grandmas station wagon
I slip into another isle
I hear the echo of my squeaky shoes drenched from the
rain
As I walk, I just so happened to disturb the colony of dust bunnies
residing in the shelves
As the dust settles so does my allergies
I peek in another isle
I see rows of books, pages yellowed and dusted
I feel a certain sadness for these bygone era novels
Other people see unnecessary, cluttering piles of junk
I see necessary, expansive archives of cataloged adventures
Waiting to be seen and read
As I walk throughout the isles I can't help but to admire this
Abandoned Beauty