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She Faces a Window

I'm hearing that same telephone from a neighbouring flat, each day at that same time, labouring with its ring-ding, ring-ding. This is no neighbour whom I know except that I glimpse that face, and hear that bell each day at that same window as she turns away from that ring-ding, ring-ding. Does she love to hear it, so then can turn her back to it? How she gazes from that window! Does she enjoy its ring, and can sing, sing? Who calls from far or near? Does that caller use this call to sing, sing with a dial or buttons? Is this the way to give a loving ring? (13 May 2003)

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Date: 5/16/2023 3:19:00 AM
We'll never know why she lets it ring, Andrew, nice poem:)
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Date: 5/17/2023 3:24:00 AM
Thanks, Joanna. Someone on another site - Writers' Café - was reminded of the song that talks of a face in a jar by the door (the Beatles song "Eleanor Rigby"). I didn't think of it, but do so now!

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