Shelia from Foravila by Hola Lis

Shelia was walking in the street when she saw her friend Eleanor.
They hugged; it’s been such a long time.
They linger in past lullabies.

She said, “I got to go, I’m heading to that bookstore of my teen years”.
Avenue Louise, 33. Behind that door
Another world of words.

Hallway A gives her the chance to go inside Poe’s eyes.
She continues through Hallway B
Where she greets her mate Virginia.

Lost in time, she follows her path
But before she says bye to de Beauvoir.
Ten years’ past, and I’ve asked Eleanor where Shelia was.

They say she’s still there
In that place
Of prose and poetry.

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