Cans on a String
Poetry of Life
Published in
Apr 3, 2024
April 1, 2024. 9:58 PM. Brooklyn, NY.
By Lincoln W Daniel
My phone lays with the ceiling at its screen.
You know what that means.
Where have you been?
The silence is mean.
I hope you’ll glean
and start the slate clean.
But the sound waves stay lean…
Perhaps you await me.
April 1, 2024. 10:01 PM. Brooklyn, NY.
By Lincoln W Daniel
