The Island & The Cloud

Between freedom and Instagram

 there is an island,

 where men go to be alone

 

An island of words

 in arresting colors,

 with meaning indicted—but seldom heard

 

Between Facebook and tomorrow

 a cloud sits waiting,

 where men go to find themselves

 

An Angel calling role

 in blind acceptance,

 all names rejected—the letters whole

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

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