The Library

-The library is quiet 

But the chair is hard

- the patron just beside me 

     Blows the nose with 

     Enthusiasm !!

There is a clock ticking 

In the hallway 

And time 

Has 

Slowed down . . .

This place must be 

A hundred years old -

Almost!

Note to self

Bring cushion

Next time -

And earplugs . . .

The librarian makes the rounds 

Every few minutes 

She may be lonesome 

     Sitting here 

All day with old books 

     And ghosts 

There must be 

     Ghosts . . .

Because -

This is not a public library but 

One which has much 

History of mysticism 

 And such

Madam Blavatsky must be 

Looking over us.