"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2016 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw.


Polly Alice

Friday, September 9, 2016

phone booth

What is the phone booth there
except a box, its tall red door

four squares squared
why is it inviting?
--light shines 
clear through transparent- 
maybe the solitude?
passion of red?
color of the place none
consciously remembers

That small folded place
oh for a place when
connected by a cord
to the voice of someone
loving, someone always

on the end of that line,
someone always there
surrounding, close outside
the fishbowl

or maybe the box, the red
box stands for words
words like--call home. 
Red box you say--
change quick,
fly home,
home is bigger, yes
it's bigger on the inside

this red box
means
love


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