Read I Can
I am Sam / and I can read I can
I read books / here or there / I read books / anywhere
I read them with my spouse / I read them in our house
I read them under covers / with a flashlight / away from mothers
I read them at the table / and with Mable / underneath the stairs
I read them on a train! And in coach, on a plane! Behind the driver's seat, while passing along our street.
I love them in a shipping box.
I love them cozy on a yacht.
I love them in my house.
I love them spread out on the couch.
I love them here,
and also there.
I love to have them everywhere.
I read them in the rain / on a pirate's boat / sailing off to Spain
I read them in a tree / where all my neighbors / let me be
I read them at Sunday church and Monday class and, not least but last, Friday's barstool perch.
I read them under glass / I read them smart and crass / I read them full of fluff / and jammed under a pile of stuff
I love them here.
I love them there.
I love to read those book
But I will not read / not me, not Sam / an e-book on a reader when
I cannot see it on my phone / and cannot see it at another's home
Nor pass it to my laptop tablet console applet
I cannot stand / not me, not Sam / to buy a book / in a nook / that will only work / until my reader gets canned.
Or they take it back.
Or they alter little facts.
Or they switch it off.
Or they add on upgrade costs.
So I read my book / with paper, leather, and back-cover hook / because I can, without a nook without a screen without a kindle and without fear those proprietary words will
someday vanish into air.