I stumbled across a dropped call today.
I picked it up and wondered what dangling conversation
hung on its edges.
Upon scanning the area along the side of Almena road
I saw hundreds of fallen voices laying there.
I had stepped all over them like so many worms
on a rain soaked day.
The flattened words lay dead,
some hoping for a resurrection,
and some wishing they had never been said.
Loving words with their passion subtracted.
Crouching down, I started picking them up
like loose change on car mats.
I began to pile them in my left palm.
They became a pyramid of nouns,
verbs, and adjectives grouted
together by prepositions.
Oh for a refrigerator to throw
these on so I can order them like a shell game.
Maybe there a chance I can put the sentences back together.
Maybe there’s hope to text the best words
with the purist of intentions to the expecting phones.
Maybe I can stand in the gap where the cell towers
wandered too far away from each other.
I do hate to see words lying beside the road.
>Enjoyed the imaginative, literal transformation of forgotten callings being transforming into sentences. Nice One Shot!
>Very clever concept!
>All the missed calls and messages that we too late forget to listen to. Nice job.
>love this – you have a way with words…maybe some you found lying beside the road…? smiles
>They probably weren't important anyway – most phone calls these days aren't.
>Good imagery from abstract phrasing/notions.