The 1st Ones I Noticed Poem by Maple Trail

The first ones
took hold of me
like a huge bear hug
from the librarian
and I devoured, I inhaled them
like autumn mist

Learning things no one
seemed to notice
during daylight rambles
or parkbench dreamings

One day I discovered
how to make my own
and became hopelessly addicted

But then utility bills
and workplace enthrallment
endless internet links and
things that couldn't wait

Of all the poems, though,
half dozing on the sun porch
I like to sift through my own
as though still hiking
across the shimmering plateau
lounging on this or that warm boulder
absorbing endorphins
stealing each new line
that fell round me

'After childhood' I penned,
'there be only tattered sequels-
After youth,
even gold gets rusty.'