Small Shoe Talk Radio

Small shoes take heavy, toddling steps

across wooden planks as fingers

connect telephone calls one plug in at a time.

It was the 1950’s in a small town

where everyone knew the cause

of the clatter on the line.

I found my voice early in two rooms

of a dusty brick store building.

I was blond, chattering precociousness.

Warm evenings found me on the front porch

of the telephone office where open windows

carried my voice to everyone making a call.

One ring, two rings, I was on.

I did my own version of talk radio

for each caller holding on the line.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

Victoria Slotto a dVerse Poets Pub had us mining our

childhood memories for inspiration. 

Mining the Memory ~ dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar