Bibliophag

apoetreflects:

                     In the Library

                     You are reading a book, and think you know
                     the end, but others can’t wait—they crowd
                     on the shelves, breathing.  You stop and look around.
                     It is the best time: evening is coming,
                     a bronze haze has captured the sun,
                     lights down the street come on.

                     You turn a page carefully.  Over your shoulder
                     another day has watched what you do
                     and written it down in that book
                     you can’t read till all the pages are done.

                    —William Stafford, from Even in Quiet Places (Confluence Press, 1996)

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