This is not
a knotty poem
not a problem
to be solved
not some sort
of joke jest
or just a blog
post looking
for a pic
a prom corsage.
What it is
can’t be said
without it
disappearing
like an old
phone book entry
EAstgate 3128
for example
back in the day
before answering
machines when
comments off
meant leaving
the phone off
the hook spoiling
the party line.
This is a poem
you have a message.
