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People are absorbed in their phones
Whether talking, listening or sending photos
The sense of what is real is getting lost

On a fall day’s walk through the town,
At local sporting games, fans hold their phones
Up high in the air to see take photos
Of the places where they ARE

At a festival, I walked toward
A young woman who eating ice cream
Giggling loudly
She held a phone in her other hand
And dipped one shoulder in toward the phone
And she took her picture eating the cone
With the look of her having the time of her life
She took the photo
She stopped giggling and smiling
Took the phone
And checked out the picture
She threw the ice cream away
In a nearby trash bin
And walked away – no smile, no giggles

Yet, probably on her social page
She posted what a great time she had