Reflection -911 Call
Here is a poem that was lost in time, one that I jotted down on paper and was only recently found. There were a number of them and because I didn’t write accompanying preambles, I gave them all, this general one, that I may post them still. Here I tried to give them individual names, this one I called “911 Call”
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Reflection -911 Call Red colored dress with yellow bow Etched memory of a place long ago Flowers painted on a bedroom wall Lights swirled around me after nightfall Evenings were haunted by forced pictures Clothes revealed a neckline covered in pearls Then I called on the cellular phone I spoke with 911 when I was there alone One lady persisted and asked me to call back Now she traced me to a grave in an old dirt track |
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