Thoughts Down a Library Aisle

She slyly eats
Leftover chocolate she found
In her backpack
As she creeps down quiet,
Almost empty library aisles,
Balancing Thomas More on her head.
She observes, doesn't utter a word,
And thinks about a boy
Who would never meander
Through a library without reason.
And she sees what's always been
And never been,
Balancing Thomas More on her head.