She Writes On Fridays

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If I walked slow enough,

I'd miss the bus.

That would give me enough time

to go into the library and find my corner.

The one on the top floor,

 where I sat and read my books.

I wasn't in a hurry anyway.

I've always liked to just stroll.

Walk slowly while watching the world.

I always have.

I take in most everything that some don't notice.

The leaves on the ground.

The wind blowing.

While I was inside reading about grand adventures,
others stood waiting by the trees.

I would eventually go out there.

I always had my other eye on the clock.

No need to be early for standing in that line.

Adventures to read about.

Later while I road on the bus,
 I'd be thinking about what I had read.

Only this time it was me

traveling in time and dealing

and homework machines.

~ JC ~