Saturday, August 21, 2010

When the Library Opens

Fog roars
Through the doors
They pour
Over books or solace and something more

Through the doors
They run up the floors
For books or solace and something more
The life and hope we all look for

They run up the floors
And down the stairs
The life and hope we all look for
Plant themselves in computer chairs

And down the stairs
To wash their hair
Plant themselves in computer chairs
Virtual massage, message there

To wash their hair
Or talk to their feet
Virtual massage, message there
They warm a seat

Or talk to their feet
Sort out their zzzz's
They warm a seat
A moment of ease

Sort out their zzzz's
They pour
A moment of ease
Fog roars

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