Out of Control
The remote control seemed to hang in the air
as it described a perfect arch towards the pool,
flying, hands-free, in its own metaverse;
a surreal image, frozen not by it, but of it.
The tiny buttons, scrambled over, a moment ago,
glinting in the sun. PAUSE, clearly showing upon one.
Also frozen, on the fifty-two-inch flat screen,
the losing goal. That cost the match ~ caused the flight.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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