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
