“Chapbook to Online”
The stapled spine once held
a handful of pages,
ink pressed into paper
like a secret carried in pockets.
Hands exchanged them quietly,
a folded gift at readings,
each cover a doorway
to a room of gathered breath.
Now the screen glows,
scroll replaces turning,
a poem arrives in fragments
through feeds and forums.
The poet turns to upload,
sharing instead of folding,
their lines dispersed
like lanterns across a shifting sky.
Still, the act persists—
to write, to release,
to find another presence
in the drift of changing times.
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