Thursday, December 12, 2024

poem

 Librarian

I like how librarians don’t feel obligated 

To say goodbye to you when you leave

They really don't care if you come back

They aren’t graded on customer satisfaction

Or quarterly profit margins

I like how they seem surprised 

If you say anything to them on the way out

Like, why are you talking to me?

Usually they’re just sitting there reading 

Or checking something on the computer screen.

They’re only being themselves

Putting in their hours

Before it’s time to go home.

They have nothing to sell

Everything here is free

Take as you please.

My heaven is all library staffed

By a beautiful librarian who, when I leave,

Sort of half smiles and arches her eyes and 

When I do a double take and look back

I realize it doesn't have anything to do with me—

She’s just lost in her book


12/11/24

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