Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #382
The Mail Today
by Belinda Roddie
The mail today wasn't much, honestly:
by Belinda Roddie
The mail today wasn't much, honestly:
just junk and the New Yorker magazine.
I didn't read any of it, you see,
and dumped it into the recycling bin.
I used to be an avid porer of
these flimsy texts, but now I'm resigned to
flicking my thumb across a screen. I love
the flicker of the sites I still peruse,
the interaction with the writers as
they scurry around social media.
Still, I enjoy a letter or a mass
message from some cornucopia
of activists. Though paper is a waste,
the tactile experience is embraced.
I didn't read any of it, you see,
and dumped it into the recycling bin.
I used to be an avid porer of
these flimsy texts, but now I'm resigned to
flicking my thumb across a screen. I love
the flicker of the sites I still peruse,
the interaction with the writers as
they scurry around social media.
Still, I enjoy a letter or a mass
message from some cornucopia
of activists. Though paper is a waste,
the tactile experience is embraced.
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