Ode to my Daily Newspaper

i.m. Marjorie

You crown my day of orderly routine
when you arrive(I hear you plop!)
at breakfast time each day.

Toast and marmalade, caffeine.
I wipe my fingers to open
your pages: they are pristine
in print and scent.

Glance at the headlines of the news,
read correspondence, readers’ views
and rage.

Then skip investments and
so-called sport.
Turn at last
to your end page where your crossword’s cast
with inviting clues that will resolve
problems.

If only
those you have reported
could be resolved so comfortably,
so easily sorted
as the problems you present here
contained in a square.

As I ensconce myself
in this armchair.

I am retired!