The Beckoning Poetry Post Page

Poetry by Laurence O'dwyer

Added 20 November 2003

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This poem is by Laurence O'dwyer

Telephone Call from Tucson

The telephone was silver
Bell Atlantic
Standing there in the desert heat
Downtown Tucson, Congress Street
Humming in the sun
Shining brilliantly
Dangerous to the eye
I try to call my mother
But the receiver is too hot to hold
And I let it drop
Like a hangman
Neck broken
I watch
Until it is still
Execution over
I put the dead receiver back
I am drained
The sprinklers
Water the lawn
Of the tax office
I feel weak
With sunglasses
Nobody can see me weep
And I decide to go back to my motel room

BIOGRAPHY: Irish, 35, botanist, jammy dodger enthusiast, conniouseur of slugs and quails.