What I need is in the library indeed..

When my workday feels chaotic

I want to escape to someplace exotic

To the library after work I head

To find a book that when read

Draws me in into its pages such

That with the external world I lose touch

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To plan my weekday escape I browse

Through books that my curiosity arouse

I read cover pages, try to find that one book for me

That would transport me elsewhere reliably

I retreat from my disordered world and lose

Myself among shelves as books I try to choose

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As I contemplate the unassuming process of finding books in a library

I am filled with awe at its profound effect on me

The irritability with which I had entered this place

Has disappeared, with pleasant anticipation replaced

I am eager to read the “catch” of the day

And to an artful writer’s world, escape away!