Stalled Communications, Woman to Woman

A column of poetry punctuated my departure from Carolina's Rare Book Collection reading room.

A bathroom surprise. Tempting, even.

"Yellow door Haiku.
Syllable connections, stalled.
Woman to woman."

But I couldn't do it. Not as student. Not now.

So I remained read-only, left amazed at literary graffiti's survival within this no-drinks, no-food, no noise zone.



Librarians...

Are you in the author mix, forgiving forgotten Haiku rules...


Or blinded by employee-only bathroom status?

Perhaps you applaud from a distance, watching where this poetic trail might lead.

Wondering... next generation "rare"?