#007. Trying to Write a Poem in the Library
There are a couple of
girls talking behind me --
a small annoyance.
I think I'll be okay,
as long as they don't
talk directly to me...
Mother of the Bride,
Brother of the Groom...
Another small annoyance,
but I wish I could
be more open than that.
One doesn't need to
be open to two girls
talking in a library --
just tolerate it --
or should one?
I guess something could
be learned from
eavesdropping on
their studying, but
I don't care to listen...
The offending books
are in front of my
chair, on a plastic,
rotating bookshelf,
with slightly
varying pictures of happy
(or sad) couples looking
into each other's eyes,
embracing...
To my left are the
hardcover books
deserving of metal
shelves, from which I
pulled a poetry
anthology --
one of the girls talked
to me -- asked for a
highlighter -- I
apologized, told her
that I didn't have
one, and turned back
around...
To my right is the
well-groomed lawn
of the library,
with the small white
flowers that bees
love, and several
birds exploring...
Nothing annoying,
just distracting --
I watch the birds,
I read the titles,
observe the covers,
hear the girls talking,
stare at the patterns
on the carpet and
cieling and chair --
my mind is elsewhere,
trying to
write a poem
in the library.

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