My digits how they limp,
As I relearn to type.
My fingers as a chimp,
Opposed put up a fight.
While texting with my thumbs.
Four my fingers holders.
Technology it numbs.
Dexterity it smolders.
Smart phone
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Cucumber Lodge 