Folding Space
I sure do wish I could fold space,
and quickly slip from place to place
like bending pages of a map,
and thus eliminate the gap,
connect a destination’s source,
arriving right on time, of course.
But if I tried that with a pad,
I’d snap the glass; that would be bad!
Perhaps an app with drag and drop
from where you are to where you stop.
You’d need a way to keep it clean
without a wipe down of the screen.
Imagine spilling pizza sauce;
you’d scrub away and end up lost.
Perhaps a special stylus pen:
confirm okay or start again.
But frankly I don’t have much luck;
I’d lose the pen and wind up stuck.
I guess we’ll leave things as they are;
I’ll stick to driving my old car.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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