Poem #9

‘At the Mall’


A generation strides by

staring at their hands

Why don’t they stumble? I would…

Is everyone tattooed but me?


I’m writing with a pen

on paper

getting side-eye glances — Paper?

Write? Why doesn’t she text? 

I would…


Face it, we’re all zombies

stunned by muzac



Categories: postcard poems, scenery | Tags: , , , | 1 Comment

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One thought on “Poem #9

  1. Upstate Ellen

    I can relate!

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