cold as ice
in marbled hush
she carries silence with her
like a cape around her shoulders
to intrude seems almost
the degree of hoar frost in her eyes
would flash freeze a side of beef
"Please miss....can you tell me
where the science section is?"
the eyebrows raise
the finger points
murmuring quiet thanks
you distance yourself
from the frozen tundra of her desk
I was always somewhat intimidated by the library lady.