To Wait Poem by Stefan nnn

To Wait

The clock:
Ticks.
The tap:
Drips.
- The phone -
Rings not.

The street:
Murmurs.
A radio:
Chatters.
- The phone -
Still silent.

The cat:
Purrs.
Someone:
Sighs.
The cable,

Lies severed.

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