Sunday, January 20, 2013

not answering

close stars
baked earth
every summer promise

down the hill
a phone rings
large and unaccountable
this oldworld
insistent machine
doesn’t understand
its time is passed

the whole street
leans out windows
straining to hear
who’s not home 

1 comment:

  1. Frangipani9:07 PM

    fromYorI do enjoy poems about phones. Do you know Chris Wallace Crabbe's poem "A summons in peak period?"