a girl and a thousand books

Saturday afternoon. No one’s here.

Only a girl and a thousand books.

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No one is here…no one sees her as she runs through the book-lined cases.

No one observes the laughter.

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No one sees her peering through the shelves

like a small child

peering into a secret world

peering into fantasy.

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No one comes down the steps into the basement.

No one comes down the steps into the thick yet subtle

waters of old-bound hardbacks, fresh new paperbacks.

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In the place without sound

No one but the girl hears the words shout.

 

No one but the girl walks through and touches the empty spaces.

Not all of her finds them beautiful

Not all of her finds them tragic.

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Saturday afternoon.

A girl peers through the book-lined cases

Surrounded by laughter, shouting words, fantasy,

Surrounded by waters of old-bound hardbacks, fresh new paperbacks,

Surrounded by the empty spaces – beautiful and tragic.

She leaves without reading one of them.

She mumbles something about “the end.”

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