Yellow Pages
Published in
Oct 14, 2020
Large, heavy
and with
endless pages.
The teenage clone of myself
held it up
above his head
in
puzzlement.
I could only
laugh in
response.
It was a laugh
that only could
come from
decades and decades
of living.
I flashbacked
to my
youth.
When my mom
echoed
a similar emotion
as
I in befuddlement hoisted
an 8 track tape
in her amused
direction.
Copyright R.C. Platt
(A poem that reflects how commonplace things in one generation can quickly become obsolete the next.)
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