Random thoughts spill onto the page
The scent of sage within the air
Clouds of despair thin out
I come to find out
I’m not allowed to shout
Or even talk loud
Just because I’m in the library
Librarian trying to scary me
Only thing scary is her hairy
Upper lip and arms
Saying how she grew up
With Pops on the farm
Like I give a damn ma’am
I’m just here to relax
Maybe look up a few facts
Or even crack open a book
About to take a look
Like Lavar Burton on that one show
That had nothing to do
At all with rainbows