Three boys stand
At the edge of the cliff, holding phones.
One boy photographs his friends,
One shoots the vibrant sunset,
And the third turns his back on friends and sun
While texting someone else:
A mom, a girlfriend, someone sick at home
Or stuck in traffic; who knows,
But the impulse to share or to converse
Is clearly strong, as here I am:
Sharing with you, a mirror, infinitely reflecting.
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