blue-grey and thinking but somewhere a 'phone is ringing and no-one comes. Sound fades into distance as the wood pigeons call and the 'phone rings again - a sound misplaced, an unknown origin, but no-one comes and it stops. Traffic takes over where it left-off and a 'plane drones across the sky leaning on the beach blue-grey and thinking but somewhere a 'phone is ringing and no-one comes.next poem