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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, December 30, 2023
the sound of crickets
i pick up
the house phone to see if
there's a dial tone.
there is.
i check my cell phone,
it's charged
and working.
so what's up?
i go to the door and look
up and down
the street,
no one.
crickets.
i feel like
something's going on
and i'm not
in on it.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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