while sitting on this bench
watching them passing by
sunlight reflecting in their eyes
talking to each other while
music enters their ears and
fingers wiping the surface
while the summer hums
in the sky as chirping and
twittering send off the clouds
and blue reflects in the water
my brain recognises that what
my eyes registrate as black
markings on a white sheet
of paper as letters
while i try to read this black text
that is printed on white paper
some people scream loudly
when they look at the screen
of their small portable personal
communication and information
unit with sound and color and
many handy and fun functions
while i still sit on this bench
more and more people scream
and cry while watching the screen
go black and silent and dead
as tapping and rubbing and wiping
does not bring it back to life
they feel lost and empty and alone
as there is no way anymore
to contact their friends to talk to
about what just happened
while suddenly the blue changes
into a dull grey and the clouds
are already coming back
the summer seems to be over
'end of summer' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem