I have been in a very John Ashbery mood of late, so that's what you get today. This brief piece is so like the work of Pierre Reverdy that I almost think it could be a translation miss-attributed by an editors error.
I MIGHT HAVE SEEN IT
by John Ashbery
The person who makes a long distance phone call
Is talking into the open receiver at the other end
The mysterious discourse also emerges as pointed
In his ear there are no people in the room listening
As the curtain bells out majestically in front of the starlight
To whisper the words This has already happened
And the footfalls on the stair turn out to be real
Those of your neighbor I mean the one who moved away