At the Library

With gathering places still closed, I came across this poem I wrote about being at the library.

At The Library

 

At the library –

– I see a different side of life –

Polite people whispering

Diligently reading.

I scrape a chair

And say “Excuse me,”

To all the readers staring.

 

At the library –

– I sit at a table –

Watch a girl sleeping.

Her mother writing

A paper she was asked

to write for night school,

While her young daughter waits.

 

At the library –

– I watch the librarian –

Walking briskly,

A student is following.

She tries to show him

where the biographies

on Shakespeare and Milton

are located in the stacks.

 

At the library –

People reading,

writing,

sleeping,

doing research,

relaxing,

and learning.

At the library.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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