These Electronics

by Owen Kingflower

Such urgency, my poet,
in my boundless passion
that I put it down
first and last
fingers flying
in this very email.

No paper trail,
no black ink drying,
only the now
of microchips,
ephemeral dots
and invisible dashes,
bursts of pleasing radiation.

For this is love in the computer age,
there's nothing but nothing
all over the page.

© Owen Kingflower, 2003

Owen Kingflower makes his home in Little Orr, Wisconsin, where he tends to sheep, cows, horses, and poetry. He's been widely published on the Net. Look for his first poetry collection,"Believing in Things Other Than Ice Cream," this coming spring, from Ornate Visions Press.