Dear John – A Poem

I have never been so far from shore

In the wilderness of it all

I get a telephone call

Your voice is a rare warmth bearing stony thoughts

I return to the wilderness of it all

Rest my head on the cold wall

I get a telephone call

For almost an hour we talk

About the wilderness of it all

I can barely even walk

Through the words of the fall

Ringing through the wilderness of it all

Each time I shiver a little more

That I may get a telephone call

In the wilderness of it all

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