Messages in glass bottles
like ships carefully tweaser-constructed
adrift at sea — but instead of water —
an ocean of other glass bottles.
Messages arrive as if by accident,
a miracle of numbers.
I cross my fingers, and hit send.
blog for blog’s sake
Messages in glass bottles
like ships carefully tweaser-constructed
adrift at sea — but instead of water —
an ocean of other glass bottles.
Messages arrive as if by accident,
a miracle of numbers.
I cross my fingers, and hit send.
I like it. Maybe because I’m a geek. Good stuff, Marty.