Triolet: In communicado
We pause,
cut off all transmissions
as we’re
always on call to someone.
They all talk,
but no one really listens.
We pause,
cut off all transmissions,
look around
for the things that glisten,
wishing for
some alone time in the sun.
We pause,
cut off all transmissions
so we’re no
longer on call to anyone.
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, October 17, 2020
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