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the end of a week and
i don’t even mind
the rail when
riding means
a tide of
giggling teenagers
so…who cares
not i….i think as
my one brain cell
slides dismally
around in the
vacant space…
(did i say that)
between my ears
wind blows and rain
hits & then runs
down the glass of
the rail windows
but i don’t
notice
as businesses stream
by because i
just want to get
home and feel nothing
but relief but
when it comes
i think of you &
our phone calls
the phone
silent now these
past five years
when idle chit-chat
meant a kind of
reprieve, relax…ing
into now so i could
hold ON to you
only a telephone cord
away & now…even a
telephone cannot
bring you close with
your voice so
like mine as if
i practiced daily to
play it back from
a treasured tape
but instead of
waiting for the
phone to ring
i close my eyes
hold my hand
atop my chest &
feel you there
beating quietly
inside me and
i am home
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 