Periodical Demise
I bought my favorite magazine last week I set it on the coffee table to read A week passed and I'd had the time But I didn't pick it up So today I took it with me To read amongst my errands I placed a stainless steel Bottle of water In a bag Along with the magazine A few miles later I parked the car and took my bag It was full of water Like a tiny lake in the canvas My magazine was soaked So here I am at home Taking a blow dryer to the pages One at a time Hoping to salvage my beloved magazine Which I wait to come out At the bookstore every month I patiently wait while The pages turn from Translucent to opaque As the paper dries Why am I going to all this trouble? Because I meant to read that magazine I just didn't make the time And now I'm trying to turn its Lifeless, limp pages into The same magazine again Will the pages stick together? I don't know. In Memory of Robert "Bob" Higgins