Daft New World

Young man, young woman,
Prime of their lives,
Sit side by side,
Sealed off from the world.
In another age, not long ago,
They might sigh and smile
And acknowledge in degrees
The presence of seat-mates.
Not so, not now—
With smartass imps in isolated grasps,
With attentions glued to demonic screens,
Serendipity has a zero chance
Of melding singletons into a pair.
The only recourse for romance
Is the long shot of connection though the ether,
Assisted (perhaps) by a software genie.
Not so, not here—
The woman yanks the cord and disembarks;
The man leaves, too;
But once on the street, they separate,
Eternally yoked to their hand-held fiends.

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Daft New World