Oh, sweet, lost caress,
silver-pawed, earth-drum
reverberating patterns
through my greedy ears
I thought you were silenced
for all eternity,
but out of the cinders
you growl softly
and, after five sunrises,
I again hear
the purring of
my telephone’s dialtone.
(26 January 2006)
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