Word Up


There was no red phone

I learned that recently

Khrushchev and Kennedy used a teletype

To stand up over Cuba, negotiate

Through hardheadedness

A cold war


Now they might text

Or tweet if

Saints won’t abey their thumbs


There’s meeting face to face

And I guess the telephone might do

But we need direct communication

I learned this in school

How about you


Nothing like talking

Or writing with intent and art

Don’t worry

I never perfected either

And tire way too easily these days

From trying

But the message


The message

Still exists in words

That must be shared

From time to time

With care’s articulation


Call it ceremony

Call it ritual

Call it marriage day to day

Or the energy of friendship

Yes at the game, at work,

At home


Keep talking

Use words

In your better way

Sometimes, that’s all we got


C L Couch



By Vmenkov – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2910085

A pair of Laughing Doves sit on the electric (or telephone?) wires in Milyanfan village, in Kyrgyzstan’s Chuy Valley.