Visions of the Yale Library

By Ford, Frank Bernard

where a sari insinuates
scholars, in hunches, eyes
above blond glasses

diving then to proof
as she is by
and by

the checker, dour enthroned:
both subsumed
as the doorway widens to
mercury noon.

At lunch she'll laugh away
a junior's suave ennui
at George and Harry's,

nod on cue,
wring teabag a-
gainst spoon.

His Despair slouching towards
Elegance she
stares past...outside
bright cars contend...

and past that old penultimately
randy inference,
thence right to breathing tea

wherein a somebody
unfocusses his gravest
evidence in time

to glimpse along
a scintillant, inner eye
a spiritual dress.