The Lost Joy
it used to be
that cards would be filed
in all these wooden drawers
in all these simple cabinets
in all the libraries
it used to be
that fiction and non-fiction
would be divided up
and author, title, subject
would be discovered
it used to be
that you could pull the drawer open
and inside was the wonder
of a small card
like a map to treasure
simple paper
and typewritten words
placed by hands
who loved all
the books
what have we gained
what have we lost
Pamela Olson, 4/15/08
This poem was written in response to Easystreet Prompts.
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