Midweek Review
The Wayside Oasis
By Lynn Ockersz
It’s ‘Darkness at Noon’;
A swelling cloud broods over the power grid,
Once swanky techno things lose their fizz,
Amid loud protests reaching fever pitch,
And placard-wielders widening into a sea of heads,
But the city’s little bookshops are open for business;
Cool nooks are they in a sweltering concrete jungle,
Their profusion of books, a grand knowledge feast;
Thanks to them some know-how comes purse-easy,
And cultural desertification is stemmed to a degree;
Long live, these humble oases of inner nourishment!