the snickering as
people
look at you reading the paper
sitting outside.
who reads
the paper anymore?
but i ignore
them.
i drink my coffee
and turn
the pages, slowly
perusing
yesterdays news.
sports and weather,
obituaries.
i'm already
a day behind, but
so what.
nothing really changes.
it's all
the same news
whether it's twenty
twenty-three
or nineteen sixty-nine.
people live.
people die.
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