Todd Swift
POEMS
 

The Call


The call, when it came
Was Hong Kong quality:
Could have been from
The next room; which it was.
I wasn't glad to take it
But the phone rang and rang
And in reverse. The voice
Kept saying cockles-mussels.
I went and took the call
And now and now
We're gathered here, that is all.

   
   
   

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