So beautiful.
The old red phone booth stood against the newly renovated building like a sentinel that would never budge. And I liked the way the tile X seemed to mark the spot.
( I had a sad flash from your beautiful poem...)Who are you going to callwhen everyone you love issleeping in the same roomwith you under rain on the roofthe constraint of hesitationafraid to call outbecause even if you didthey wouldn't hear youor wouldn't knowwhat to say
Who are you going to call
So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe old red phone booth stood against the newly renovated building like a sentinel that would never budge. And I liked the way the tile X seemed to mark the spot.
ReplyDelete( I had a sad flash from your beautiful poem...)
ReplyDeleteWho are you going to call
when everyone you love is
sleeping in the same room
with you under rain on the roof
the constraint of hesitation
afraid to call out
because even if you did
they wouldn't hear you
or wouldn't know
what to say