My Dad's New Cell Phone
Do you think I should expand this or leave it short?
My father calls me on his
new disposable cell phone.
My cell, at my home,
only get one bar.
His voice, distorted like
he's calling through time.
From where he stands
in northern Michigan
he might as well be.
I yell into my phone,
even with his hearing aid
he can't hear a word I say.
From his garbled words
I can tell he's more than a little
miffed at the Detroit Tigers.
3 comments:
Unless there's something you really want to add by expanding it, I think it's good the way it is.
Hey, my dad doesn't have a cell phone.
My dad didn't have any phone at all for almost twenty years. I can't believe he has a cell, albeit a crummy one.
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