Started reading Billy Collins' Nine Horses tonight. I bought the book from a good, small used bookstore in Wrigleyville, The Bookworks. I set the book down and when I reached for it again, I noticed a small piece of paper in the back that someone else had left inside as a bookmark. A small thrill, since I love ephemera and finding things that others have left behind. Sometimes you can get real treasures. This one, it was from one of those cheesy page-a-day calendars, telling the book's former owner to get Collins' book and read it. Except they messed up a little bit...
Nine Houses might be a harder book to find, considering Collins hasn't written that one yet.
I really like these lines, from "Aimless Love":
But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.