Nancy Davies

Age and the Internet

June, 2015

We stare as birds in silence sing.

Trees bend to whisper

scandals we’ll never know,

excluded from their daily conversation.

Angels on the internet:

Immortal info penetrates

internal roots, wires like rain

swell newly seeded apps.

I tend a prior flame− birthday

candle bent with use. Make tea.

Scan for leaves wet crumpled

in the cup, plants that no more could.

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