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The telephone
The telephone rings, no one answers
Question? only one to know ... ...
as I walk the garden to feed the birds.
'They,' ( if that is what 'They' were ) may call again
calls perhaps automated, repeating
like traffic lights,green, orange,red,
night and day,to empty streets ... ... ...
A phone flashing orange,tolling bell,
empty room,while I feed the birds.
Question? only one to know ... ...
as I walk the garden to feed the birds.
'They,' ( if that is what 'They' were ) may call again
calls perhaps automated, repeating
like traffic lights,green, orange,red,
night and day,to empty streets ... ... ...
A phone flashing orange,tolling bell,
empty room,while I feed the birds.
Published 14th Jul 2017
| Edited 15th Jul 2017
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14th Jul 2017 3:26pm
14th Jul 2017 9:03pm
Thought about this at the last moment this morning on the way in from feeding the birds went for a staccato beat as I did for the 'That Sort of Street' thank you for your comments Ahavati.
