It used to be physical
So real
Meeting each other, that is
Out-of-towners got special treatment
The grand tours
Such as they were
Parties
Now it’s all a blur
Worlds collide
Disembodied thoughts glide back and forth
Across the ocean or from the next street over
Taking cover
From the intimacy of the immediate
To the hilarity of the hidden
We conspire
With no intentions
We plot
For dreams
We meet in the ether
Ghosts, unfettered and released
To wander in and out of threads
Posting random comments everywhere
Facing off and facing books
Got you pegged
Comment?
Or will you simply
Unfriend me
David Trudel © 2012
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You have captured the contrast between the virtual and the physical so well. BTW, comment all you want on mine–I love to debate with my fleshly and virtual friends 😉
Thanks Susan. I agree, dialogue is great and a lot of fun.