A Poets Cell Phone

I’ve left it on rock ledges

elevators and bars

Taxicabs, backpacks

and motorcycles far

 

It sat on the Great Wall

as I walked away

And fell out of the raft

in Wyoming that day

 

It flew on the airplane

after I’d gotten off

Spending two days in Key West

 Fedex as the cost

 

It’s kept me in touch

that’s important I know

But the voice it records into words

— much more so

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

My Cell Phone Voice Recorder

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