A Poet Lives in Indiana

  title={A Poet Lives in Indiana},
  author={Jay Lesandrini},
/ EMOTIONAL NEWSPAPER The newspaper cries every morning as it rests on my doorstep from 6:30 am. until I wade out of bed to get it. It cries harder as I read of an earthquake in Mexico, and a rape in Indianapolis. It laughs asFunkyWlnkerbean slides through life, never growing old; and it cheers for the Yankees (only 4'12 games out) in their quest for another pennant. I comfort its anxieties by reading its life, and soon it dies: lost in the memory of the 1Z o'clock news.