At high-tech city street
where trees flower
in digital displays
and giggles of girls
repeatedly echo
in metallic voices
geeks, grave faced
human computers
crowd around a
wooden push cart
of a village belle
selling boiled cobs of corn
conspicuous by
toothy yellow grin
much like the seller's.
Her single handed creation
of cornucopia
with farm fresh corn
is no conundrum:
the world of unreal,
cyber nowhere,
and it's zombies
desperately seek
the taste of reality bites
to get grounded.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 7:30 AM UTC
At high-tech city street
where trees flower
in digital displays
and giggles of girls
repeatedly echo
in metallic voices
geeks, grave faced
human computers
crowd around a
wooden push cart
of a village belle
selling boiled cobs of corn
conspicuous by
toothy yellow grin
much like the seller's.
Her single handed creation
of cornucopia
with farm fresh corn
is no conundrum:
the world of unreal,
cyber nowhere,
and it's zombies
desperately seek
the taste of reality bites
to get grounded.
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