|Photo by Roland Smith|
Who was on the line? What boon did they ask of me? How was this accomplished?
A story prompt, if you like. Or, approach it with a poem, as I did.
Ode to the Phone Booth
Vestibules of transformation!
Impossible closets of superheroes!
Glass cathedrals of good-bye conversations,
bottomless quarter depositories,
tattered Yellow Pages!
O for the last of the phone booths,
O for immobile conversation
Alas for the days when one could
stand still, and listen.
Special thanks to Roland K. Smith for generously letting me use his photo.