On the day the satellites fell from the sky
The cell phones, untethered, collectively died,
And folks who’d been yakking with friends far and wide
Quite suddenly found their tongues technically tied.
People wandered about in complete consternation
Before finally seeing, with a sense of elation,
That those standing nearby could provide commiseration.
Connections, it seemed, could be made face-to-face,
Not only with people in some other place!
Until…new satellites were put back in space;
Then the phones started ringing, their lines resurrected,
And all the new friends wandered off, disconnected…
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