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Afternoon again in the rose city. 
  
Ouellette Avenue, the main drag. 
Cars insisting on a regular pattern 
of interruption. 
  
The hum of the library, 
oddly like a burst of energy 
in a catacomb. 
Standing modern and sombre 
in the downtown bustle. 
  
Winter chill seeps 
through the plate glass walls. 
A hint of death for those 
who exist in the alley behind 
the building. 
  
Shelf upon shelf of 
other people's words 
stocked like dusty wood 
in an attic. 
  
Some of these words 
belong to me. 
  
I seek my name 
in the catalogue. 
  
I find I have been 
placed in "Local History". 
  
Not yet 50 years old 
and 
already labelled 
as over and done with. 
  
A mongrel dog 
ventures into the 
colliding traffic. 
Diverts my attention 
from self reflection. 
  
The dog manages to 
safely dash across 
the street through 
the mangle of 
downtown traffic. 
  
Survives to do the same 
another day. 
  
Everything will be alright now.