Just something my brain threw out. 🙂
An Ode to Books
There is something to holding a poem in your hand,
a flutter of ideas with each turn of the leaves.
Screens just can’t do that.
Words will load
and files fill,
but you cannot feel the weight
of the author’s breath in your hands.
Only the trivial paper-plate existence
of a silicon chip,
buried away somewhere
in a tangled forest of electricity,
where most of you won’t even think of it.
If only because it could smudge,
ink demands more than that.
Quill Aquiver 
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