Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Cell Phone

It flashes, silently
a tiny green light
illuminating the room.

Drowsy, nighttime
reach over, patting
bed, grasping.

Contact, drag off
the sheet, hold up
and press the button.

Slide open, punch
in the lock, a small
icon sits at the top.

Rubbing sleepy eyes,
touch of a fingertip
your name waits.

A smile, eyes
adjusting to light,
reading as a laugh

escapes lips,
fingers flying over
keyboard, a reply.

Set it down back
on sheet, letting cord
drop back down.

Eyes close happy.

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