in the cloud

the hand written letters are done.
few books are made containing
what we write
to one another.
our legacy
now is hey, what up.
a smiley face,
a grimace,
a photo of a cake.
every great writer, great
poet
wrote and wrote to those
they knew
or loved, or both.
licking the stamp
and giving it to the postman.
in the end,
together, what they wrote
made the man or
woman whole. we
saw what made them tick.
that's over. ancient history.
text me. e mail me.
leave a message
at the beep.
everything is in the cloud.