Nancy Davies

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.

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