On Loan to the Pleasant Hill Public Library

by jota

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-22 11:48:00

where do i find you asking myself see
maybe here you are
i stop
literature, poetry, 807.33
but you’re not there
no swansea
no fern hill
no take the needles take the knives
instead between the columned stacks
the air conditioner drumming its song
a plum
sweet and juicy
droplets of water juice
wets my lips
so i tasted you
you were sweet and juicy
to stir a welshman
that was my treat
thank you dylan
thank you thomas