I love my local library

I’d like to tell you why

But the energy for writing

Seems to be in short supply

So instead I’ll end this poem

Which I briefly undertook

Thanks to my local library

I’ll curl up with a book

I dreamt again of darkness

In a city I once knew

Again I had no car with me

This time I’d lost a shoe

I tried to send a message

But I fumbled with my phone

Thankfully I woke to find

That I was not alone

I miss the men in dress shirts

Looking tidy with their ties

Coats of seersucker and poplin

Switch to tweed as Fall goes by

Belts that match their shoes

Tailored pants that fit just right

Those handsome men in dress shirts

Are the District’s finest sight