Open Books (2414 N 45th St) has a new piece of poetry in their window: (In memory of Bob Kondrak, a lively Wallingford presence and our friend) "Five Oranges" Nothing is lost. One by one the five big oranges in a low bowl on the oak floor disappeared, the five-petaled flower missing a petal each day... This morning one orange rests deep in its center, and the bowl turns to a blossom. -- Robert Sund
We meandered by Open Books on 45th St the other day and noticed that they had a new poem up in the window, this one obviously chosen for Veteran's Day: Omen of Victory Women in uniform relaxed for tea under a shady garden tree discover a dove's feather fallen in the sugar. -- Mina Loy (Armistice Day, 11/11)
Back in July, you may remember that we blogged about how much we liked the fact that Open Books: A Poetry Emporium (2414 N. 45th St.) always has a poem in their window, tucked into an old manual typewriter as if freshly thought. Well, walking by the other day, we were disappoined to note that here in late September, it's still the same poem. What gives, Open Books? Are you having trouble finding another poem you think Wallingford would enjoy? Well,…