Beep . . .beeeep…. Beep
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in our day He would spread SIM-cards instead
of seeds, check for our reception of voice
and text; speak of the calls dropped by the road-
side, or bounced beneath cement tunnels: blocked
signals which descend like pigeons. He’d warn
of satellites which snatch words from our mouths,
yet chide those who live in fear, with their phones
suspiciously off; and the forgetful
who can never seem to nightly plug in
to recharge and refresh. He would finish
with a parable: an end to roaming
charges and our minutes rolling over.
unblinking He’d ask, “can you hear Me now?”
and pray He would receive more than static.
~ MEH
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Awe. Was this inspired by your emails causing your phone to beep at you?
And why are you up and posting at this hour?
no
Awesome. I’d love to have a cyber roundtable. I miss the stretch of listening to other’s poems, and the sting of sharing my own. Great page.