Today's poem is by Erin Murphy

The Internet of Things
        (n.): the networking capability that
        allows information to be sent and
        received by objects and devices

The low tide riverbed silt
of things. The cloud-swept

distant hill of things.
The open bedroom window

in spring of things.
The moonlit cricket

symphony of things.
The pitter-patter

tin roof rain of things.
The fifty-year marriage

loose skin of things.
The clipped winter light

of things. The stippled lymph
node of things. The grief.

Oh—the grief. The brief
ecstatic flight of things.

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from Fluent in Blue
Grayson Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission