Saturday, February 6, 2021

Virtual Appearances

 





Why is there a brave little toaster sitting along the way?

Looking quite sad and lying askance upon the snowy curbside;

Was there a burnt misunderstanding that popped into dismay

Between the slices at the Manor Burnside?

 Who can say which side won the buttered fray?

 

A picture frame that might have once held a special place

Now sits alone and deserted upon that odd driveway -

Might the story, left untold, involve a loss of face

Or perhaps, it is simply a mishap left behind on a snowy day

Never making the trip; never to be a gift wrapped in paper and lace?

 

Stranger things have happened this long year

Where humanity isolated and made resolute to be in stasis

And all sense and degree of normalcy is masked behind a fear

That human connections of tenderness could be the basis

Where disembodied friends and family now wait - in a virtual appear.   









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