Free Falling, and If Books Were Free

Free Falling

I let go 

the stone

and it 

drops 

straight to 

the ground

fast.

The dandelion seed 

drifts

on its feathery white parachute,

dancing, dipping 

and tilting

this way and that,

floating down slowly.

If Books Were Free

If books were free,

I'd collect all the  stories

and read them the rest of my life.

I'd never have nothing to read.

Some would sit on my shelf,

some would be on my device.

Some I would give away.

The best I would keep to re-read.

Books are my friends and family,

books are my food and drink.

I get them for birthdays and Christmas

but I never have enough.

You can't have too many books,

but you can have too few.

If books were free and I had enough room …

I’d probably need an extra life!

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 26, free (blank) and (blank) free.