The pine-green door dragged my eye halfway up the street.
In a city newly met, lost among the smoothest cobblestones,
lust for books tempted me inside - musty memories baited
the hook. A book's title chanted, whorled me into a wizard
still intoning, still controlling: "Green pine captures, pine green
snatches" into a distant earth.


                                 5 July 2024