A Telephone by Judge Johnson


The boy made a telephone for the girl


Two Dixie cups and a hundred mile string.


The boy sat and watched while the girl danced till it was taught.


The string pulled back and she bruised herself,


A cement slab, where she now sat. Every night the boy called,


Ever night the girl listened, echoes of their own voices and pressed


Ear to the ocean.  “Who knew you could find the ocean in a Dixie cup?


I hope she’s okay, I need to build a boat, I need to get up.”

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