By Scott Bailey © 2017
Where is the local
The friendly greengrocer
Baker, butcher
The watering hole
The fire we gathered around?
Now we are islands
Floating in a digital sea
Waving to each other
Smiling, winking, liking
While we drift apart

Where is the local
The friendly greengrocer
Baker, butcher
The watering hole
The fire we gathered around?
Now we are islands
Floating in a digital sea
Waving to each other
Smiling, winking, liking
While we drift apart
In the red embers
The wake of the forest fire
Fresh green shoots arise
We all have those moments
That we cringe to recall
Should we try to wipe them?
Or are they signposts to us all?