Imperceptible Change

A poem for the week

By the side of the road
a mother with her boys
walks somewhere to play ball.
Two friends on bikes then come,
riding down the street, their
fishing poles are bobbing
with every pedal turn.

These are real people;
this is real, 
as I’m driving burning fuel,
the synergy of man and machine.
And then I start to dream:
They won’t need to replace us with machines,
they’ll just get us to act like them,
but this they can’t take away from me. 

- Alexander

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