Library Journal

I sit at this desk

Weak wrists and fingers trembling over faded keys (tap)

Eyes heavy, knees bouncing

Anticipation setting in (tap) (tap)

Neck rolling, twisting in my chair. (tap)

Feeling nervous, feeling unready (tap)

Anxious but determined.

Wafts of old books and even older computers

Creaky chairs and wobbly tables (tap) (tap)

Quiet library, interrupted by occasional phone ring and sniffle

(tap)

 

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