The Listener
...a phone visit with old friend
Listen did I as he filled me in
on all the current doings
of his life.
Then,
as a pause slid-slipped into his monologue,
I said,
I have to move away.
Blink.
Blink.
His narration continued,
...you know, I thought I'd explore Naples after Rome.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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