Al Fresco Sans Smartphone

Not the glare of touch tablets
but sunlight on a cloudless noon.

Not to relish inbound texts
but the breeze, the blustery gusts.

Not photographs to filter, share
but memories wrought of the rare.

Not the clicks of nails on glass
but swift drips of August rain.

Not the urge to plug and charge
but surging lightning, thunder felt.

Not transfixed by pixel glow
but starlight and the moon's tableau.

Not the dread of disconnects
but a fear you don't connect.

Al Fresco Sans Smartphone © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 13, 2019