Poem Of The Week: 02/01/2005

	We Break Bread With the Future

We, born without internet, cable TV, cel phones, CDs,
whose planets learned to make microwave popcorn
and eat meals in our cars,

we who have scrabbled up from prehistoric childhoods,
grown up to have our neices, nephews, sons and daughters, now,
their tiny necks barely able to bob those large heads up

for now,
but we wonder, soon, how soon,
will they soar through the atmosphere like sparrows,

laugh at our quaint recollections
of archaic boundaries
like gravity, like matter, like mortality.

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