Book drop

 Book Drop

john clare 

There is a spot

We can come

Just to hear

A book drop

There are some

That drop sweeter

The books of 

Poetry

They kind of flutter

Down

with a melodic sound

Some of the history

When hitting asphalt

You recall you have

Heard the sound 

Long ago

Theology

They come straight

Down

A terrible finality

I in my own strength

Cannot replicate the

Sound

Philosophy

Such a mystery

How so many ways 

To touch ground

Are found in one

Volume

Then some just

Do not get it

Dropping kindles

And the readers and

The pods trying 

To get the same 

Satisfaction as found

In a good old fashioned

Book drop

Googling how to 

Do it properly

Losing the very 

Reason we gather

In the first place

Quietly listening

to the sweet sound

Of pages fluttering

In wind 

settling on the

hot asphalt.