On Break
I go to the beach on my phone,
scrolling instead of strolling,
scrolling with my sand-colored hands.
I stop on the image of a cliff
then stop again on the image
of a sea cave, carved not by the sea.
When the walk is over, I plug
my phone back into its charger,
neither of us yet recharged.
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Nice turn in the last line.
Yes, almost a companion to Tom’s poem. Love how the title shifts the poem!