Library Blues
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Loitering in a public library this rainy afternoon,
courting inspiration, subjects come to mind
but are more suitable as essay than as poem.
All usual activities occur -- visitors come, visitors go --
a typical afternoon flow of many who, unlike me,
may have no other place to go.
My empty house -- comfortable, dry --
far from bare, has a large flat-screen TV:
it reports the news and offers any other
sort of program that I choose.
The fridge is stocked, coffee brewed,
the doors unlocked. But now no neighbors come.
My cell phone mutely occupies an empty pocket.
A need for others' presence
does confirm I am a social animal
unsuited to prolonged separations.
Library visits provide assurance
a possibility exists for contact --
to know and to be known --
to extend, or to grasp,
a hand in friendship.
Even, perhaps, for mutual
spoken, or unspoken,
communication.
Why, then, do I
often leave discouraged,
without having said aloud
even a single word?
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2017
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