The Telephone
Light is fading
over the blackened bay
and Judy calls
without anything to say
I hear her voice
talking of prices
while the light fades
even more over the bay
Now bay is dark,
and Judy says goodbye
The telephone sits humbly,
waiting for tomorrow
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4/12/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 3/19/2017
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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