Free Falling
I let go
the stone
and it
drops
straight to
the ground
fast.
The dandelion seed
drifts
on its feathery white parachute,
dancing, dipping
and tilting
this way and that,
floating down slowly.
If Books Were Free
If books were free,
I'd collect all the stories
and read them the rest of my life.
I'd never have nothing to read.
Some would sit on my shelf,
some would be on my device.
Some I would give away.
The best I would keep to re-read.
Books are my friends and family,
books are my food and drink.
I get them for birthdays and Christmas
but I never have enough.
You can't have too many books,
but you can have too few.
If books were free and I had enough room …
I’d probably need an extra life!
Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 26, free (blank) and (blank) free.
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