Media

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I'm listening to an oldies station
as it streams to my laptop.
The foundation of Graceland
was built on 45s,
but now they are more dear
as a valuable antique
than as a mode of communication.
By my count,
fully nine types of media surround me,
and eight could now go full fathom five
without my missing a beat.
What I would keep: this newish laptop
in plastic and aluminum
and the beat up Shakespeare
living on the thinnest of onionskin.
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