The whole universe lives in the library
Countries real and imaginary
Peoples mundane and unusual
All the food you could ever hope to consume in a lifetime
I found you in the stacks on the third floor between botany and calligraphy
You seemed charming in your threadbare skirts
And tattered scarf
Your thick black rimmed cat's eyed glasses perched on your nose
You were fondling the spine of a book
Running your long fingertip from top to bottom
Then you gently pushed it back into line with the other books
And headed down the stairs
When I could no longer see the top of your head
I sidled over to have a look
"How to Build a Romantic Arboretum
Creating a garden that is as beautiful as you are."
I checked out the book to remind me of you
"Did you get anything good at the library?" my wife asked me.
"Just a book on gardening."