i called a friend,
i called a lady,
even tried a
woman.
none of them ever answer.
drove 60 miles
waiting,
talking myself dizzy.
finally,
the dumb phone sang
yanking me from a daze.
hello? i chirped
in my friendliest
tone.
-'Yes...
is this...
Mr. Brackenree? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it a great write. Enjoyed it. A great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, For Paul Backburn. Its about a man who spent twentyfive years in prison for a crime he did not do. He was fifteen when they locked him up. Its a true story.