A Phone Call From 1919
A Phone Call from 1919
David J Walker
It was her earliest photograph
A stolen image
A split seconds motion in
Captured time
And here, in this odd box
For so long it lay
Unseen
And yet a sworn testament
In a storm of its lonely reality undeniable
Where has been stored the beauty
In this thing
That stirs an unknow affection
In one thousand shades of grey
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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