Face To Face
We live in a technological time
where magic is more plausible than not.
All is possible in this paradigm:
including self-expression and free thought.
We've traveled to the bottom of the sea
and stepped upon the surface of the moon.
Now, we can pick ripe apples off a tree;
and ship them overseas that afternoon.
Today, we text or talk to anyone
instantly, by computer or smartphone.
We can harness the power of the sun;
and build buildings with steel instead of stone.
The internet is a magical place,
but I miss interacting face-to-face.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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