A poem by Doug Muder, 28 December 2004
Back from vacation,
batteries
spent,
only my cards carry charges.
Camera, shaver, phone
— I barely have sockets for them all.
Their tiny lights blink at me,
and I watch them.
A poem by Doug Muder, 28 December 2004
Back from vacation,
batteries
spent,
only my cards carry charges.
Camera, shaver, phone
— I barely have sockets for them all.
Their tiny lights blink at me,
and I watch them.