Poem: Flickering Images

Ah yes, we all know this flickering image.

Flickering Images

It’s a sign of age, this
technological complaint
Something gained,
something missed,
it is what it damn well is,
the longing for a time before

when people spoke,
leaned across fences,
smiled on the street,
helped each other
Before the blue flame
ignited every living room

Taking us away from friends,
from family,
even from ourselves
Neighborhoods now empty,
fireflies uncaught,
that time is gone

when conversation meant
more than table scraps
left to last night’s dog
Ravenous again tonight,
panting and lying there,
eyes fixed on flickering
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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Jim Freeman's
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