Photo credit: phone art from my tote bag
When I was little I remember our black telephone
It had a dial in the middle
and numbers around it
I remember the phone calls I made with it
Some important, some just for fun
Most of the time, it is just there
On the table
Waiting
I don't pay much attention to it
Unless it rings
Except for that one day
When I woke up with a dream
the sky was blue and the clouds white
a man with his chest shining bright
glowed with beautiful light
He landed in the little girl's front door
He asked her, "Can I use your phone?"
It was just a dream
a beautiful one of kind dream
I should not forget
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