Marie Viloria Poet Free verse

Library

I love to read

sometimes
a little too much
maybe

But each time
I visit the library
across the street

I check out
about eight books
at a time

The librarian
laughs quietly
hands me them

and knows
without a doubt
I will be back for more
in a few days

And when I decide
I have enough time
to stay for a while

I sit down
on the wooden chair
with a smile

A stack of books by my side
another in my hand
and becoming immersed

in all of the new worlds
and places and characters
which the authors so artfully describe

And the pages seem
to turn endlessly
As I find myself buried
in this magical place

And then my
librarian is there
She taps my shoulder

and I look up
and she says two words

Closing Time

So I pack up the unread ones
check them out
at the front desk

And wave goodbye
to my second home
The library.

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