up for the library tour
in the city.
the New York City
library tour.
we have a sticker that
shows we are
a part
of the tour.
a group of twenty
from all over
the world.
our tour guide is bored
though.
she points at the marble,
the ceilings,
the floor.
she goes on and on
in a monotone
voice
telling us about
the rich and famous who
poured money
into it all.
the Astors and Fords
her voice echoes and disappears
in the long
hallways,
the tunnel of it all,
the book tomb
where we stand.
through another set of heavy
wooden doors
we go, the periodical
room where
the librarian puts a long
finger
to her lips
and says shhhhh.
we don't last long.
drifting off into the gift shop
where we'll
buy a magnet saying that
we've been here.
onto the fridge
it will go when we get home.
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