ONLY WITH GOD

Tessa did not know how she got to the phone booth. It's dark and it's cold.

"I wonder who'll be up to take my call", she wondered.

With shivering hands, she dialed and flipped through her phone book address.

"I'm tired," she muttered. "Please, anybody. Please take my call"

PASSING TIME

by Maya Angelou

Your skin like
dawn

Mine like musk
One paints the
beginning

of a certain end.
The other,

the end of a sure beginning.