I forgot how to wait
Some time ago
So in bursts I watch the world.
Tiny scraps of thought
Shot into fiberoptic threads
Transmission to the eyes
Of those who care to look.
Friends and acquaintances
And a stranger or two(hundred)
Tick through a timeline.
Refresh, compulsive.
Never miss a beat.
In tune, first to know
Of road trips and broken arms and earthquakes.
It’s a matter of convenience.
But is it too much to ask sometimes
For a cup of coffee
And a little more than 140 characters?
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Ha! This was brilliant.
Ironically, I’m going to tweet this link to my Twitter friends. :)
haha… thank you! Ironic, yes, but thanks for the Twitter shoutout! =)
Oh wait… I should follow you! On my way to look you up.
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