feels smaller these days.
it's the news,
the way it's in your face,
twenty-four seven,
seven
days a week.
we used to get it in
bits and drabs,
from the likes of Walter
Cronkite,
or Edward R. Murrow.
on the radio
in the kitchen, or on
the black and white tv,
with dad.
it came in mysterious bits
and pieces via
the paper on our porch,
or National
Geographic piled up
at the dentist office.
but now, the world is
in my phone
i have updates,
on Zaire, news from
Newfoundland,
the weather in Mozambique.
breaking news
from Rome.
No comments:
Post a Comment