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