Wonderful to see this poem here. Thank you. Takes me back 60 years, to 1963, when I first arrived in San Francisco after hitchhiking from the East Coast. I used to hang out in Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights bookstore. It was a place where anyone could walk-in, pull a book off the shelf, find a nice comfortable chair, sit down, and read -- as long as you returned it back to the shelf in perfect condition. Ferlinghetti would wander around and sometimes ask us what spoke to us about the books. He had created this oasis of poetry and literature where all were welcome. This poem brings back that spirit.