A Southern Poetaster
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May 17, 2012
Caller Id
In its blanket of blackness
That damn telephone
Full of buttons
Pushing mine
Mocking,
Smirking,
Seducing my fingers
Over your number, only
To hang up
Before the ring leads
Your ear to my whisper.
Do you ever hear it?
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