When the Phone Rings
As I was morning dozing cozily, the phone rang
I let it ring, but it persisted, got up and sat by
the phone till it aggravated stopped; then I lifted
the receiver, said halloo, pretended it had ceased
ringing before I got to it.
The bed was warm and comfy, but I couldn’t
sleep wondered whom the caller could have.
been. Got up made coffee, left the kitchen door
open, in case the phone rang. Stayed home all
day, the phone didn’t ring once.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Friday, February 15, 2008
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