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
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Life's Poetic Essence 
Yes, libraries are a true blessing in the world. They offer free books, among many other wonders, and are peaceful havens to quietly spend many hours of the day.
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A small bird
Sits on a bough
Singing merrily
-iku
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