Talkers

Sometimes you send a message

and it travels along as if passed

to an intention-ed recipient by a

code,

Or it reaches a synapses in the

transport system; sits stagnant in

some back mail room, or stuck

among a server’s bits and bytes.

How difficult it seems to vocalize

the sounds. Write, or tap the keys

that will reveal our true intent.

Easier to harvest dust from Mars,

or clone a replica of a Scottish

sheep,

than weld true communication

between two human minds.

alan wayne greenwood