I turn the radio off
I turn the radio off, afraid your voice will fade,
as if it could–
soft and slow on the phone
“detailing” your week in an hour’s call,
as if you could–
tired, content except for the mileage between.
Author Note: for anastasia grace
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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