Pathetic lapsed
without a wink,
or nod to all the things
I think.

And so it passed
and in its leave
there existed not
a bird's "po-tweet."

For she had gone
to worse a place
with no cloud backup
not a single digital trace.

So there I sat
with email purged,
in an anxious state,
a poetic dirge;

until this morning
when I awoke
and logged right in,
"The site's not broke."

Now with this info,
where's the delight?
I realize I had glimpsed
freedom in my sights...

06/27/2016