Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Library (a poem)

Silence. The reading is intense
still books
trapped in brown cells
A Bubble of concrete
encapsulates the moment
some fall asleep
others just read
in silence...
'Library is closing in fifteen minutes'
the old lady yells
with a non-enthusiastic tone.
Lights go away. Slowly. Noise rises.
The books scream
I remain sit, starring at my watch.
Outside the wind assails
the standing trees and me.
In the darkness I struggle along the path
One hand holds my keys, the other my bag
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