by Latorial Faison
For the first time in my thirty-nine,
I dialed and nobody answered, not
I dialed and nobody answered, not
even God. A classic has been read,
closed, and shelved. The end. But I
closed, and shelved. The end. But I
recall the strength and tone of your
country-strong voices, the laughter,
country-strong voices, the laughter,
the surprise, the struggle, the sorrow,
the resilience, the church songs and
the resilience, the church songs and
field hands, building with 4 x 4’s, the
heating of pots and pans, yours was
heating of pots and pans, yours was
an old fashioned prayer that kept me.
An era has ended, and the best of
An era has ended, and the best of
Sunday’s dinners no more. 653-9218,
disconnected, not home, gone, fate.
disconnected, not home, gone, fate.
© Latorial D. Faison. All rights reserved.
"653-9218" was published in Deep South Magazine, April 7, 2014, Southern Voice: 30 Days of Poetry
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