Today's Social Commentary

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 old fashioned

      my life is analog

     there will be no 

    aching thumbs 

       on these fingers 

     no text needed 

        to grab attention

             to make eye contact

        or spell laughter 

        I still can speak 

         and hear voices 

    express cold 

and heat 

       upon my skin. 

Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker