by Fathima Naba
It looks like any building
when you pass It on the street.
Made of stone and glass and marble,
Made of iron and concrete.
Find out how aeroplanes fly,
train a horse, and of course
Have all the dogs you'd like,
See the moon, a sandy dune,
Or catch a whopping pike.
Everything that books can bring
You'll find inside those walls.
A world is there for you to share