The screen as a box is just another box
To contain an object place or thing; a proper vessel,
I walk the streets or forest waiting to find
all that jazz,
That close encounter,
That indication for a happenchance,
The old train engine, a dining car and the caboose,
I see it as a mystery, a place for theater of the mind,
The orient express, a place to dine on white linen
To hold pure silver service eating Anthony Bordain exotica.
Five miles up and five miles back traces a portion of life lived
Long ago
As real as a cloud where photographs and words live.
In flight x0x0 Bird
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