Phone Dreams

Two nights ago, I dreamt I missed your call.
I didn’t answer when you phoned at 6
a.m., a time you said we chose (of all
the hours possible, nobody picks
pre-dawn). This morning’s dreaming: I’m asprawl
in phones that look like mine, in random mix.
Attempting to connect before you’re gone,
I’m answering the phones that aren’t on.

(Ottava Rima)

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