Monday, September 15, 2014


I came here to quiet my mind.
Pages of words, here, form a babbling brook.
It weaves in and out of the shelves
Puddling around the repurposed catalog bureau.

I sit in a chair.
I sit by the window
in the room for quiet reading.
This was the forbidden zone.

Now that I am Adult
And can keep myself still
I have a front row pass
Adjacent to the man clearing, quietly, his throat.


  1. Ah.. that annoying throat when you finally have earned the ticket to enjoy those words..

  2. Something about that last stanza just charms the heck out of me. Wonderful.

  3. nice! i wish to be there. like, right now.