Catapulted

The telephone rings
and you wonder who it is.
Picking it up you say hello
and the voice answers,
“How are you? ”
Suddenly you are catapulted
to a different time and place
by a voice you used to know.
A conversation begins
and the years slip away.
It’s nice to hear from a friend
you used to know.
The reminiscing makes time slip by
and soon the conversation has ended
with a promise of talking again
and you feel comforted
in that thought
you two will speak again.

5 April 2011

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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