Connected

We are the ones connected on our roads and in justice courts. Our speech blares like ambulances of reverse alphabets on the rear view.

Cops in over sized knickers pay their obeisances to us under their headless caps. Hangers-on are ready with outstretched palms to gather dried flowers from our lips.

Here in this vast winter land we are connected to many faceless humans by dreams ,hardly the men and women walking their barefoot for us ,an extra mile, an extra slogan.

Now we try these blue birds drop like them in 140 chars .Our bird tweets will re-tweet to come back from the walls we have erected everywhere in the silence of your nights.