Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Outage

one can still write without electricity
Dickens did fine by candle in the long
cold wet foggy English night like this
howling in the unfamiliar black stars'
glimmer seen again without town light

how anyone stay awake doing nothing
hard to read no recourse to entertaining
screens unwarmed by virtual contacts
here in time but far away in space
huddling together till morning comes

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