Outside The Library - Poem by Patrick Dennis
This morning at five to ten nineteen souls
and I sit for the ten o'clock opening impatient and hungry eyed:
there's soul food inside.
Here are our votive offerings stacked up in piles of seven:
twice seventy stale romances bulwark-banked
mine on my left, hers on my right
and on and on down the line.
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