By the access point in my favourite pub
I’m squirreling my mail,
I’m waiting for the wireless network
To bring me the bits and bytes
At two point four with fifty-four,
Waiting for the image to progressively
Sharpen as more pixels appear,
Waiting for the IP to bring the packets
Controlled by my dear TCP,
And finally, thanking the
Joint photographic experts group,
I can slowly perceive
A picture of you in Spain
And feel the beauty of this world.

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