She Faces a WindowA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse
I'm hearing that same telephone
from a neighbouring flat, each day at that same time, labouring with its ring-ding, ring-ding. This is no neighbour whom I know except that I glimpse that face, and hear that bell each day at that same window as she turns away from that ring-ding, ring-ding. Does she love to hear it, so then can turn her back to it? How she gazes from that window! Does she enjoy its ring, and can sing, sing? Who calls from far or near? Does that caller use this call to sing, sing with a dial or buttons? Is this the way to give a loving ring? (13 May 2003) © 2023 Andrew JohnFeatured Review
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