Cyber Cafe

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With Moby Dick cradled in your left hand
you walk into a Starbucks
where the smell of coco beans
and the warm rush of air
lifts the corners of your lips.
You stroll through the entrance,
head turning from side to side.

To your left,
you see two teenagers
tapping their tablets
while tentatively talking
in a timely and tense fashion.

To your right,
there are three adults
in clean cotton clothing
encircled at around table,
each creating a click-clack f keys
while silently staring at screens.

With straight lips and slanted eyebrows,
you march forward,
turn your head to a table
surrounded by four people.
Pulling out a chair,
you see each person holding a kindle.

The corner of your lips sag
as the people remain frozen.
You cradle the book
open the front cover
and as isolation tightly wound you,
you flip a page.





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