Bud posted an image of a QR code this morning for his poetry prompt. It may be that the QR means something but I looked at it simply as an image, only, and noticed that three of the corners had boxes. One corner did not. And it led me to this poem.
You went missing when they made the code –
The vacant corner
in the bottom of file
Upsetting the symmetry
of the Quick Response stamp
and the three of us sat, waiting,
we wondered why we there, too,
and if perhaps your act of defiance
wasn’t another digital signal to us
to move along
to steal back our data while we could
and leave this place
just another empty space
so that imagination could fill it in
with stories and poems and drawings
instead of cold information that never caught
who we were anyway.
We left …
And the podcast:
Peace (in and out of the code),
Kevin