
Branch
Library

I
wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked
boy
who perched in the branches of the old branch
library.
He spent the Sabbath flying between the
wobbly stacks
and the flimsy wooden tables on the second
floor,
pecking at nuts, nesting in broken spines,
scratching
notes under his own corner patch of sky.
I’d give anything to find that birdy boy
again
bursting out into the dusky blue afternoon
with his satchel of scrawls and scribbles,
radiating heat, singing with joy.

*Edward
Hirsch's most recent book of poems is /Lay
Back the Darkness/ (2003). His most recent
prose book is /Poet's Choice/ (2006). He
is president of the Guggenheim Foundation.
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