almost gone

the news paper

is so thin now, that the paper boy

has to tie a rock

to it,

to keep it from blowing

off the porch.

i used love

the morning paper.

the news.

sports, weather,

the obituaries.

pages of

classified ads for me to

peruse,

looking for my next job.

and now.

what is it?

ads.

and lame comics.

maybe a write up on something

you've already

heard about.

i miss

the smell of it.

the print rubbing off on

my fingers.

savoring

the words of a well written

story.

unfolding the pages

as i drink my coffee,

then layering it into

the bird cage

afterwards.

it's still good for that though.