What Do I Care About Yesterday’s Zoom
What do I care about yesterday’s Zoom,
A grid of faces in a silent room—
Muted thoughts and pixelated grace,
A thousand words behind each face.
The echo lag of half-meant cheer,
A wave, a nod, a frozen leer—
“You're on mute,” again we cried,
While dreams and coffee pots slowly died.
The moment passed in scheduled haze,
Lost between two meeting days.
I closed the tab with no regret—
What do I care? I forget.
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found posted by Dalatangi (@dalatangi@fosstodon.org)
posted by Roscoe