At the Library
Pure possibility plays
Among the shorter shelves.
Here can be quickly glanced,
Quite easily, per chance:
Glittering, spinning castles,
With multi-colored shrubs;
Space-suited clowns,
Juggling throwing stars;
A grinning seahorse bobbing
Weightless in thin air;
Alleys winding dark and light,
With neon-green monsters;
Kindly white-haired grandpas,
Speaking distant dialects.
Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2019
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