NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 11: The library on a Saturday afternoon in April (a poem)

I did not follow any prompts for Day 11. Instead, I went with a slice-of-life observation while I was out and about…

The stale rubber odor
dourly greets me as I enter

It is at once familiar and offputting
the lingering smell of a bitter reunion
disbanded without resolution

In the corner
a tired-looking gentleman
turns the pages of yesterday’s paper

They belong here
one passing the time
one enduring it

(11 April 2015—posted April 12)