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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From a derelict house, near the interstate pass, with her cuff of chenille, she rubs a small circle to clear away grime from the cold window glass Better to see now, beyond wooden rails, that have worn disrepair for thirty odd years and have fenced in, long hours of loneliness There's an old pepper tree, that tosses it's head in an alien wind, in a sea of dead grass, where a garden had been There's a face, weathered thin, from neglect and despair she turns for a moment, to glance, here and there, a room she has known, filled with colors long dimmed, where the silence shouts loud, not a question to ask.... but...wishing for something..., a chore, or a task if only the phone might ring..... Near the rail of the fence are two Rhode Island Reds grazing around in the tall weedy grass There's a cock on a post, in the shade of the tree keeping watch on his kin, keeping her company, keeping tabs of a life that has come to an end She will gaze in a lapse, dust motes fall to the floor, in the still of the gloom she will turn once again in the grim of the room... There is still a dial tone, ....maybe the phone will ring.... For a mere month or more, a feral cat came her door then had wandered the floors, neither friend or a foe But he soon disappeared, on the eve of the storm She will call just the same.......just in case he can hear "Here, kitty kitty"....."Here, kitty kitty", but she calls him in vain While the wind plays the same dirty game... Tumble weeds roll and bend, her eyes search through the wind ...as she waits for a friend a friend never there....always due to arrive so she stands by the side, of the black telephone In the old parlor room, in the gloom of a long afternoon Maybe the phone will ring.... ________________________________________________________
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