Bookless

My Kindle’s fully charged, but not with me.
Now I must bus and train and bus without.
I have a phone app but it’s hard to see.
I feel too well to voice complaints about
this lack. It gives me opportunity
to veer from habit, tumbled into doubt.
It prospers creativity, perforce,
to periodically be knocked off course.

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