The World Beer Cup awards are streaming live,
While “Spring Awakening” has its Tweet night,
And “Don Quixote” spectators contrive
To keep the opera open one more night,

As my best friend quotes “Mary Poppins” lines,
Another, lyrics from They Might Be Giants,
I understand from corporeal confines
Technology delivers blithe defiance.

Yet no-one speaks aloud but to be heard
And conversations, few and far between,
Are meant to be remarked on and observed
And do betray a bright, self-conscious sheen.

It can be an encompassing ambition
To court another person’s repetition.