Poem: The Local Newspaper

Trying new things again. Working on the short story pretty heavily right now. Took a break to do this.

“The local newspaper
is in everyone’s mailbox
and less than half of them read it.
And when the front page
announced the fifty dollar first prize
for the library raffle,
I wonder if anyone cared.
And I wonder if they find
a copy of that paper
in fifty years,
if our little town’s big news
will matter then.”

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