small pleasures gone by

there was

a small pleasure in opening

the front door

as the sun

came up

and retrieving the paper

off the porch.

to place

it on the table as the coffee

boiled,

as the toaster

worked its magic on

two slices

of bread.

all the news of the world

there in print.

ah, the good old days.

now i lie in bed when i

awaken

and start scrolling my phone.