Library

I'm in the library
reading
skipping through poems
novels
thoughts like buzzing bees
I hear a whisper
in the next aisle
"This looks good,"
and I think about how
a lot looks good t ome.

I think it's
interesting
watching one walk by
with untied shoelaces
just like mine.
I wonder if they
were talking all night long
about things they can't
remember
yet loved anyway.
I wonder if they
stayed up with someone
singing soft lullabies
seeing who could
stay up the longest
because no one wanted
to hang up.
I wonder if they
were too dazed
with love
to tie those laces
upon their feet.

I'm in the library
reading
and a lot looks good to me.