Word Up
There was no red phone
I learned that recently
Khrushchev and Kennedy used a teletype
To stand up over Cuba, negotiate
Through hardheadedness
A cold war
Now they might text
Or tweet if
Saints won’t abey their thumbs
There’s meeting face to face
And I guess the telephone might do
But we need direct communication
I learned this in school
How about you
Nothing like talking
Or writing with intent and art
Don’t worry
I never perfected either
And tire way too easily these days
From trying
But the message
The message
Still exists in words
That must be shared
From time to time
With care’s articulation
Call it ceremony
Call it ritual
Call it marriage day to day
Or the energy of friendship
Yes at the game, at work,
At home
Keep talking
Use words
In your better way
Sometimes, that’s all we got
C L Couch
By Vmenkov – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2910085
A pair of Laughing Doves sit on the electric (or telephone?) wires in Milyanfan village, in Kyrgyzstan’s Chuy Valley.
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