Library Poem

When it’s cold outside . . .

High vaults & bookstacks proffer spines, aligned
inside fragrant clouds, wooden smells sublime
where paper decay means proof of perspective

Where organic appeal assures fulfillment
through community news, and such events
which require a space of open access

Public attraction generous to self, place of
reflection, with old study smell; people
peruse, still . . . scan & borrow print volumes

Even now they arrive, hunker in nooks
kick feet up, crack books—enshrouded in thick
woody-scent aromas, creamed coffee & art

Devices hardly compare, but do serve—
Reserve from your library online!   


Originally written in mind of the indispensable library on September 28, the International Day for Universal Access to Information

Featured photo by Janko Ferlic on Pexels.com


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