
I will not answer
ringing phones
–milestones
to tell me
someone’s born
or someone’s died
someone’s going thru hell–
see: I’ve gone
that route
I’ve talked that line
I’ve keened I’ve wailed I’ve wept
to what reprise
to what recourse
to what endured effect?
No, keep your phones
your
milling
stones…
–your drama far from me
then at Depart
I’ll have head start
on aching memory.
©Karen Robiscoe
July 3, 2014 





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