Coffee Shop Poem #2

Somewhere there are thin telephone lines

holy in their purpose

bending their spines as words spark through them

and through these lines come conversation

a poem not called so

that makes one person fall in love with another

and there’s nowhere for those words to go

but through one’s ear and into the heart

and snuggle there like a polar bear in those Coke commericials

So, speak words and follow the signs

somewhere, someone is falling in love

through telephone lines

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About derekberry

I am a writer promoting my first book "In Lickskillet." I blog, write poetry, and write fiction. I also write for Augusta's Verge magazine which you can find at many downtown vendors in the CSRA.

Posted on December 11, 2011, in career, Poems, Poetry, Word Salad, writer, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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