Yesterday, Karl and I went to Mead Public Library in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.
It was raining, and the parking lot was full, so we parked on the street. We had not been there for awhile, and it is wonderful to see all the creativity, along with the books. I remember going to a large bookstore years ago, and I already knew about the poetry books that interested me from the library. Yesterday, I shopped in their Friends of Mead Public Library Bookstore – and bought three more memoirs. The price was 50 cents each, and I chose to pay a dollar for each book. I seem to be growing a used book collection, that I can share again in new ways.
New for me this visit:
Library poems from my archives:
a small crowd
waits for the doors to open –
autumn in the air
open doors for me
at the library
Karl took this photo at Mead Library in August 2018.
Ellen Grace Olinger