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Call me
December 3, 2021
Under the blue moon
My face lit in a hue of
Sickly green and grey
I say little words of agreement
Too aware of the concrete steps
I sit atop
As the phone pressed
Against my ear
Transmits the voice of someone
Hundreds of miles away
The streetlight at the end of the driveway
Looks my way and
Flickers as a response
The moon peers over
The trees
It clearly agrees with the
Assessment the light has given
And here we sit
Under the unseeable sky
Listening towards an inconceivable voice
Bathed in the hue of the box
I live my relationships through
© Allison H., Vancouver, WA
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