The
new font on the computer
Lacks
serifs; despises poetry
Wants
above all to be clear.
That
tree outside is moving
To
a breeze only it feels.
The
crows, disgusted,
Move
to the telephone poles.
The
baby knows the reason for books
Is
to be pulled off shelves.
The
reason for me
Is
to put them back again.
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