most i know are ones.or zeros.non-digital.REAL.
invisible to most,yet still as pond present
awaiting frogs as litmus for environment
each so unique i cry for beauty
when ghost,i still send emails
we weave dolphin waves between us
When,in the high grass,we do not see
or in a tree,branches obscuring(birds
it is the song that thrills ears.Sight of which animates
To build a song inside skin feathers
to write wind and wave upon a page
Radio waves.We wave back.