in the libraryalone
in an inglenook
with one book
it isn't mine
mmm the musty scent of the spine
doldrums ho-hums twiddling thumbs
disappear
when i am here
lick my finger
and turn the page
in the forest
alone
i skip stones
watch pollywogs
turn to frogs
ho-hums twiddling thumbs
go away
when i am here
i bumped into you there
you in your gunnysack
your chicken scratch
i knew
when you
licked your finger
to turn the page
