Out of the naiveté of pure joy I decide to tweet “For you: anthophilous, lover of flowers”,
The earth fractures when there’s not a Twitter bookmarklet in my Bookmarks Bar.
I am left in a ruined landscape. There are chunks of what some claim are clues of a former society, but it seems unlikely that anyone could have ever lived here.
And then I see a Share button on the Poetry Foundation site.
The landscape sprouts momentous pine trees that dig deep into the sandy soil. I breath deeply and relax and the sky goes black.
Followed by the thunderous launching of a new tab being populated with thudding hailstones of esoteric social services.
Poetry Foundation, all yourelses are Zen, your AddThis is not.