Eye glued to a box in the most beautiful setting on earth

Hands nailed to a stick as you move to ensure the light is just right

Finger stuck to record a historic moment you missed

And will not likely watch again, for the first time

The sun goes down and all you’re left with are 1’s and 0’s

And the memory of what might have been

If only you’d paid it any sort of real attention.

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[For another of my recent poems, titled Word Splay, click here]