It was a fine summer day
the kind of day that is made
for drinking lemon iced tea
on white-cushioned porch chairs.
the kind of day filled with children,
laughing as they dodge between
sprinkler arcs and tree branches.
Which is why, when the phone rang,
we felt a kind of ominous shock
as the peaceful air was broken
by the impending sound of technology.
Part of me wishes we had smiled
and kept still in our cozy seats.
Part of me wishes we had unplugged
it and let the cord hang there, limp.
But the call of the electric siren
is a hard spell to resist,
and like Butes before us
we were seduced to answer.
The voice on the other side was sweet,
like a bar of milk chocolate
devoured far to hastily.
Your father had a heart attack.
And suddenly, that perfect day
felt utterly rotten.
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