A sonnet: "in modern times"

Yes, we do live in the future we imagined.


in modern times


I find a new one ev'ry day - a shot,
a view, a revelation, and a name
I never knew before. Though I cannot
be sure, I think that they exist, their fame
dependent on the eyes of we behold-
ers, looking, gazing, longing, wishing we
could be upon those slopes and shores, not cold
and lonely in the steeped stark nights, just free
to roam with needful vision, finding them
both posed and casual, unclothed or clad
in silk or lace or string, each frame a gem
of femininity that makes us glad
to know humanity can reach such heights,
and soothe our savage hearts with lissome sights.