The stairs down to Dante’s booksale
look ominous. Not taking that plunge.
Not even an elevator could tempt me.
You sit unnoticed in a leather chair
surrounded by novels.
Fiction is deafening.
If you clash a cymbal
or a symbol
the librarians still won’t pay attention
or know your name.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
The stairs down to Dante’s booksale
look ominous. Not taking that plunge.
Not even an elevator could tempt me.
You sit unnoticed in a leather chair
surrounded by novels.
Fiction is deafening.
If you clash a cymbal
or a symbol
the librarians still won’t pay attention
or know your name.
