Monday, September 15, 2014

Patronage

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.

3 comments:

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

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

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

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