Scrabble Phone

I played a Scrabble game with family
on Sunday, as it rained outside their place.
I saw them looking at their phones – all three –
a little funny and a small disgrace.
Desiring memory of every face,
I didn’t shout. I chuckled an appeal –
“It’s time to look at others, and embrace
the difference playing online, versus real.”

(Huitain)

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