I sought by Internet. I tried to track
him down in Google, Facebook, and obit.
I recollect the coronary plaque
he once confessed, and hypertension pills.
Conjecturing about a heart attack
or COVID, I began assuming death.
But then he called. I had no time to yak.
I’m writing uninformed like counterfeit,
before tomorrow, when I’ll call him back.

(Magic 9)

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