Different spaces

by Aleza Freeman

I see you dash past,
near the conference hall,
and quickly glance at me,

no real greeting or
exchange of courtesies,
other than the fuzzy
glimmer of recognition
that comes from
seeing someone
out of context.

I interviewed you once,
for an article on illusion,
afterward we connected
on Myspace, Facebook,
Linked In, Twitter.

Your 50 x 80 pixel avatar
shows up whenever I venture
into the smoke and mirrors
of cyberspace,

yet, today we pass
like strangers
near the smokey, mirrored
hotel meeting space.

Your head is much larger in person.

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