Friday, July 8, 2011

Reading 2.0


The books I read now float within a cloud
which once a score of wooden shelves endowed.
The one I choose comes down to be e-inked,
bypassing bookstores soon to be extinct.

At least the type can now be grown to ease
my aging eyes — and no more wasted trees!
But still I muse the day when books were felt,
and how the binding glue and pages smelt.




placed in Poets United Thursday Think Tank #56: Reading