In Celebration of Telephone Lines: A Response
They stretch for miles,
all those lines and spaces waiting
for the notes to arrive, for the music
to begin from blues and golds of the Sound:
winds and crows, careening swallows,
cedars swaying to tunes heard
in hill tops and valleys: tulips, crocus,
dancing white magnolia blossoms.
So many messages of joy they carry.
Yes, yes we honor those lingering lines
and spaces of song.
In Celebration of Telephone Lines
Flaws, faults, and faux pas
Line the landscape of human character
Like telephone poles stretching toward
A much-desired vanishing point.
We can wish them gone, but
They stand guard over the
Authenticity of our humanity.
They are the contours which
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