Obligated Calls II

The women whom I daily telephone
are probably as bored with it as I,
but when I dare omit, each takes a tone
of petulant flirtation, never wry.
They used to travel, leaving me alone,
but age and Covid make them journey-shy.
And now I only hear the speechless beauty
when one of them is called to jury duty.

(Ottava Rima)

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