TELEPHONE POLES

They’re still here

the telephone poles

those fading icons

of a faded century

that have zigzagged our

rural hilltop horizons

like Stations of the

Cross turning the occasional

sunset into a Calvary tableau...
 

But on the way out

going the way of

the TV antenna...


Will you miss

those lines strung like

sagging musical staffs with

fat little ‘whole note’ sparrows

scored perhaps as an arrangement for

"On the Sunny Side of the Street"...

with the occasional squirrel

bounding across the top

like the bouncing ball in a

community sing-along?


The telephone poles are next...


Already there’s a

wireless phone

holstered

on your belt

and mine...


Think about it:

we’re

now

our

own

telephone

poles

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