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Red Phone Box

I liked its comforting and quiet Enclosure from the time and rain Designed to be impossible to sleep in (Some vagrant friends reported miseries) Shutting out the rest of the world It became a space for answers A sea-shell or confessional Calming the small change of your soul Adored no less by travellers No doubt for its already ancient Novelty it would not admit The weak or infirm to its secrets And such room inside limited Admittance or forced proximity Upon us if we shared a call. Revered by Mum and Dad as One familiar part of modern living To me unvalued then missed As a lost limb when it was gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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