rare

The big central public library
through this witless rain emerges
from behind the tall green trees.

What a rain, it moneys down,
and the paper cups are soaking
in the paper bag I carry.

It was three soups for six dollars. I am ready
for the library and I have a book already.
In my small book is a clue. It's the title

of a room and when I hand it to the woman--
to the prim and blonde librarian--
I have prised her like a switchblade.

first she flusters and she wonders,
then a blink blink blink detective.
"Well well! That room

is a secret."
Yes oh absolutely right.
get a room, and make it secret,

and then tell me all about it.
Let me tell you all about it:
She is glad that I have found it.