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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{stuck, with my old school ways}
  timothy gager


got green in my pocket
not plastic--nor have i
ever bought a cell
to make calls like this
with poles and wires
endless from where i stand
to you

i’ve driven miles in dust
to find this pay phone
to whisper in your ear
i love you baby
and how are the kids

on the side of the road,
my loneliness
is this booth where
i hear you smile
and i picture
the way your hips thrust
forward, every time you laugh…
this surge of you
bursts, hits me
like the heat
in Arizona,
at ten
AM