Shelia
Shelia was walking in that street when she saw her friend Eleanor.
They hugged, it's been such a long time, they linger in past lullabies.
She said "I gotta 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 Beavoir.
10 years past and I've asked Eleanor where Shelia was.
They say she's still there in that place of prose and poetry.
