Hung Up (In The Future)

by Willi Brown


The phone rang
an hour ago.
And like a dream
from the future
I heard.
The phony muzak
of being on hold.
In the future.
And then
(as if it could
get any worse)
the music stopped
and a voice said,
"Hello?".
And stunned, instictively,
(as if I wasn't ready
to talk with the future
just like that!)
I said, "Sorry, wrong number!",
and hung up.
		

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