Three Literary Ducklings

In the parking lot of the library I see,
A middle-age woman, long braid,
auburn and gray (probably a former hippy).
Behind her walk, three girls of varying heights.
One with shining red hair,
the other two with varying shades of red.

They are brilliant in the gray, wet twilight,
All three have an open book
And are reading as they walk,
Not being able to delay the joy
of having fresh words to devour.

Imprinted on their mother,
They follow her instinctually,
make it to the car without looking up.
I delight in seeing three girls distracted
Not by "texting" but by text.

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