The Distance

On a cave wall I etch from me to you

Smoke signals puff in a sky of blue

Homing pigeons with word take flight

Owls ask “who” in dark of night

Dots, dashes absconded from Morse

Niether snow nor heat nor gloom of night

will throw the word off course.

Brown Beauties midnight ride

The Grapevine even, though I chide

Fresh new ink, read it here
clarity for you my dear

A stroke of the quill, the brush, the key

Zoom, email, facebook, tweet

Texting out our family creed
Just say anything, please

Alexander Graham Bell rings out
The voice at the end

fells me to my knees
What is distance all about

Of all the possibilities
it’s your real life smile,
your touch I crave,

alive and breathing,

your beating heart,

warm and caring,

soon, soon.

In person please.

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