Off the Grid


Starlight. Star bright.
Oh wait…it is a satellite.
Who is looking at me?
Who flickers beyond the surface?
Can they really do that?
Do they look away with disgust or can they only stare?
It is possible to be off the grid anymore?

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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