as a lover of the printed page
i still happily await the arrival
of each sunday’s newspaper
on my doorstep
in spite of
sadly seeing this
far too often.
—
“every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there,
circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper,
and which, taken in homeopathic doses,
was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.”
-henry david thoreau