Newberry Library, Chicago Poem by Donal Mahoney

Newberry Library, Chicago



Despite the digital holocaust
of computers and cell phones,

Newberry Library remains
the Vatican of books

with the right sounds,
a cough now and then,

a page turning, while out
on the street a beggar

asks for spare change.
Workers with none walk away.

Thursday, September 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: books,poverty
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