The Patrons must believe an elf
Restores their reading to the shelf: While by and large they own the grace Of tracking down the storage place Of every book they’re yearning for, Thereafter, they forget this lore. Then wantonly, without a care, They leave the books most everywhere, No matter where they got them, so They end up scattered to and fro. What they pick up they don’t put back. The lowly page takes up the slack. In this new age, who’s sticking up For those whose job is picking up— A drudgery whose convolutions Poorly fit high-tech solutions? Without our pages, Heaven knows If aught would get back where it goes. |
Reshelving
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 2, no. 29, Jul. 23, 1993.
1st web edition posted 9/27/2013.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1993-2013 by
Brian Kunde.