Modern Times
I spied a drone
overhead against the sun
photograph
a rich girl’s
wedding. AHA!
I cried, Modern Times!
At year-end I scanned
a list of recommended
movies, books and
funerals Best because
the better dead can’t
refute
nor claim “I
told you so!”
when rivers pause
and failing fish
don’t swim upstream.
My daughters fled to other
far-off speeding places
like Saturn’s many moons
awhirl in telescopes.
Goodbye I wave
lifting my hand
among the flowers
wilting at my door.
2010 - 2019
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