Out the Library Window
Water that ripples
Beside the shade that creeps
Over the friends that talk and laugh
About the day of work at worn desks
With tired legs
On a weary floor
That’s caressed feet and listened
To quiet commotion of rickety trolleys
That yearns for smooth planes
Like glass of a fish tank
Holding
Water that ripples
Beside the shade that creeps.
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