Do you scan
With speeding eyes;
Looking for consonants -
Some are silent,
And the y
Can be an i.
Then you're lost
Between the capital
And the period,
Remembering names
And deeds,
But missing the resonance,
The nuance of character
And motive,
The results.
Curling up with
Paper or screen
Is not a race
To the ribbon.
It's an adventure.
Flip back,
Re-read
The good parts.
Discover
The Aha moments.
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