Here is your challenge, and I give fair warning, it includes a little twist. The first part of the challenge is to write a poem which includes an old-fashioned rotary phone. (Yegods, report me to the Department of Redundancy Department; ALL rotary phones are old fashioned!)
Now here's the twist. You aren't required to have anyone call or be called, but if you do, the caller (or person called) can NOT be someone who actually might have used a rotary phone! In other words, nobody from the early part of the 20th century through at least the 1960s. They must either be someone who lived before that time, or someone from the present, who would obviously have a newer device.
What I'm looking for is a little bit of surrealism, or poetic magic. Go ahead and bend reality a bit. Your phone can be either a household phone, a business line, or a public phone booth. It can be in a museum, or a trash bin. Your phone can defy the laws of time. It can be an agent of good or evil; it can be haunted, cursed or lucky. You can have Henry VIII take a call, or have a modern text-happy teenager be relegated to the dial phone Twilight Zone. Have fun with this, and let your imagination roam.
Please write a NEW poem for this, and because this is Fireblossom Friday, no Oriental short forms like haiku. If you have any questions, dial "O" for the operator!