They bare their spines
Stare at me from the shelf
Whispering the hints of their stories
Aromatic scents of far-off lands
The grit of the earth
The mundane of the day-to-day
A tapestry of stories
How do I choose? How can I pick one
Thus ignoring the others?

This is how I always
End up
Buying way too many books,
Every time I walk into the book store.

This time, it was Green Apple to blame.