Late Library Poem

Reflecting on the library
and the work we put into it.

I think about divisions of l    ab    o   r

Different job classifications cross paths and converge
in our common purpose to serve the public.

There’s a will to a system in this thinking,
but it is immersive too. I pay
my coworkers’ emotions
and how it feels to “work together”.
I read practically everything but the books.

Unlike most any other job
I’ve ever had
No day is a defeat!

Except maybe the day longer
that a book takes to get back
on the shelf,
because our budget allows for
late-night security guards
not late-night pages.


1 thought on “Late Library Poem

  1. To share in conversation, a poem of my own entitled “The Library at Night,” written September 25th 2011 and as yet unpublished, here is a transcription:

    The Library at Night

    Why were all the lights on
    In the library

    Was our knowledge taken from
    the library tonight?

    While the bright star shone
    in the east was Arcturus
    or an old Jupiter
    Showing his graces to us

    From this sky-set lantern
    I searched among these haunts –

    That pub closing up
    The bicycle unlocked
    Those failures of chance
    love’s gambler casts, then,
    Two black rocks turn
    and up…

    Where did they roll
    off the 23rd western avenue

    at Coffee Time?
    or Joe’s?

    No, it was the Stone
    that’s the same it’s always been
    from morning until night

    The place where thieves and teens
    And vagrant types
    Write books of their misfortune
    For the induction
    Into the stacks
    Of the library at night

    – G.D. Burns

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