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Fine- A Library Poem

Fine- A Library Poem

by Jennifer Johnson

I confess.

We left them in the yard.

On the bench.

In the rain.

Atop the bowl of sunflower seeds.

We had built a fort

from sheets and twine.

We had a lunch of tomatoes and beans.

Shared water from my father’s old canteen

and talked of climbing, cake, the wind.

Our stack included:

Curious George goes to the Hospital

The Bad Day

And this one here about swamp monsters. (fittingly as it is soaked)

We read and we read (Oh how we read!)

It grew dark

and thundery.

There was rushing.

The forgetting of things.

Two days passed.

Please charge me the $17.10 to replace the books.

Please remove the snarl from your face

and the loudness in your voice

as you share our misfortune with other patrons

who are good about these things.

They do not know about our magical day.

They would never understand.