The unread books
In the bargain pile,
People passing by,
Their eyes ahead,
Onto other things
Bound to satisfy.
The unread tales
Of the bargain pile,
Stacked and priced to go:
The life of waiting
Just for a glance,
That is one
I know
The fortunate among us are pulling weeds, throwing and turning clay, hewing wood, weaving, and yes, still writing or printing on paper. We will endure as will the human spirit.
Some of those bargain books are actually fine reads, I’ve bought some before.