Pre-digital

Mike Bell/ May 12, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Thinned hedgerows,
roadside, were alive,
brown-spooled,
with magnetic tape:

Up over Falmer,
every weekend,
another discarded
cassette –

rejected, or chewed,
seen, but not heard:
no download option,
or resurrection.

The public playlist,
discarded, a deletion,
of my-my-my
generation.