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At Your Call
by Joe CramerShe calls
And my night
Becomes more
Than four walls.
I am very clear
As to the nature
Of our friendship,
Without any hint
Of impropriety.
We talk
Share some thoughts,
Rememberances,
A story or two.
These two kindred spirits
In the night
Passing like proverbial ships.
She calls,
My four walls
Open and close. 08/08/2008 Posted on 08/08/2008
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/08/08 at 05:03 PM Sometimes it isn't impropriety that reaches deep, it is the simple kindness, the gentle touch of sincerity that is otherwise hidden from experience - that is what speaks even when words are of no use at all. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/11/08 at 06:31 PM long distance is the next best thing to being there. smh |
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