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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