As a child, I would sit among them.
My bus was a block away and like usual,
I would miss the first one.
Maybe on purpose since I enjoyed
my visits to the library.
It was big and smelled.
Me, sitting in the corner,
looking and reading.
Then, I'd look at the clock and run
just in time to wait
those few moments for the bus,
like I'd been there the whole time.
Only I knew I'd been inside where it was warm.
My mind would have lots to think about
on my long ride.
While others would hold on tight
and look out the window,
I'd be on an adventure that only
a child can dream.
~ JC ~
( I went to a private school.
Wore a sort of ok uniform.
Saddle shoes and white socks.
I loved to sit in the corner
where the Danny Dunn books lived.
This was the big city library.
Not the small one by my house.
I took an hour long bus ride,
always thinking of the adventures
he and I just had.)
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