04-17-2013, 01:55 PM
I would go to the library
when I was small to
inhale the pungency of literacy.
Small lungs
Devouring
Big words, ideas, legacies.
My sack full,
My mother led my hand
Towards the elevator
Down to the first floor
Where a round pink woman
With round pink glasses
Would wait smiling at me.
Anticipation
Rose with every swipe.
Stories,
Fantasies,
Dream escapes
All for me in my bag.
I’ll bring them back in a month
Or two.
when I was small to
inhale the pungency of literacy.
Small lungs
Devouring
Big words, ideas, legacies.
My sack full,
My mother led my hand
Towards the elevator
Down to the first floor
Where a round pink woman
With round pink glasses
Would wait smiling at me.
Anticipation
Rose with every swipe.
Stories,
Fantasies,
Dream escapes
All for me in my bag.
I’ll bring them back in a month
Or two.