Remote

Posted on 8 June 2015 | Leave a comment

In the smartphone age,
Nothing makes a place remote
As no cell access.

Crossing o’er the strait,
T-Mobile texted new rates
For Victoria.

But at Lake Crescent,
No emails nor texts; dropped calls
The best I could get.

©2015 H.K. Longmore

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