the Sunday New York Times

in another age,

another era, which feels

like a century

ago,

you'd sit out back

in the sunlight

of fall

and read

the paper.

no phone. just you

and a pot

of coffee,

perhaps a bagel

toasted with butter.

and blueberry

jam.

you'd start

from A 1

and work your way

through all the news,

saving 

the Book Review

for dessert, savoring

it all

until the end.