MY WORDS HAVE YOUR INITIALS ON  THEIR CHEST AND WEAR A CAPE

for LM

I like thinking about my words
firing through a network—
tubes and tunnels—
then arriving
at your screen and
thus your eyes
your brain
and if so moved
engendering reaction
in your fingers
tapping to me
tapping
gently
on my shoulder.

We are so close,
playing our fancy
game of telephone,
with cups and string.

Of course,
technology has gotten higher
than that.
My words most likely fly
at some point.

Imagine that—
I fly to you, through walls
and over mountains!