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And Words Are All I Have
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I remember even now how it would feel
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Cursing the pink rotary dial phone
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sitting mute at the desk on the landing.
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I grew to hate that phone. Its insolence.
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I left the light off on the desk to lessen expectation,
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tried not to listen for it,
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lifting the receiver every ten minutes.
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Maybe there’s a power outage, a frayed wire,
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I hated you for all of it,
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saddling me with a rejection so deep
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I can still hear the deafening sound of that ugly pink phone
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No Heart I don’t have the heart for the news that demands daily a suspension of disbelief, a numbing disconnection that I am no longer willing to offer up. Today, a tsunami rising suddenly on some faraway ocean. Tonight, children herded into unmarked vans. Tomorrow, the Yulan Dog Massacre. Just give me robot dogs, microchipped to respond. To jump up …
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Someone asked me recently if I ever prayed. It prompted this... Ways to Pray There are a million ways to pray. Not one of has anything to do with an oak pew Or a frocked man prompting from a pulpit on high. Nothing special is needed. No preparation or special equipment. The quiet is no prerequisite. Not solemnity Nor a …
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