The Internet Is Down Again
Come on, you sulking hulk,
we coax you from the dark,
we whisper to your routers,
and promise you the clouds.
Rise now, little lights,
shake off your grumpy moody gloom.
The world waits, half-breathing,
for your bright return.
Come on, Cloudflare, wake up!
Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words) “coax”. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.

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