Friday, July 8, 2022

Library Hours

In the marginalia of my life I 

have written notes I swore

not to forget and then misplaced

the memory, forgetting what I 

said I wouldn’t.  I have volumes

like that scattered across my heart,

my soul – the librarian waiting 

for what’s overdue to be checked in.

The hours posted on the library

door – Open Always.


-Byron Hoot

hootnhowlpoetry.com.  

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