Age and the Internet
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.
2010 - present
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