specs rested upon mushroom nose.
Nice gray gal;
the library would be less dusty without her
but as a fixture she is a talking point.
Kids whisper and giggle,
she just stamps their books
with a wink
knows what they think,
and smiles recalling when she had
hot and heavy sex across this very desk.
A long ago story,
one she will never tell,
though she has filed it away
in an aisle in her mind
in an alphabetical way,
and when not too busy
she reads it most carefully
almost every day.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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