The Phone

I look at it looking at me So silent, so sinister this immobility I smell Something different from fragrance of her hair no one is there Perhaps out there In the nebulous air Where words live Like birds In a scramble of trees Outside the brain Outside Fallen from the slippery tongue Perhaps out there on a wave Undulating Around the noise of space Perhaps In a jumble of tangled calls No one can trace Perhaps lost Perhaps a ring So I can click Off What I am expecting Perhaps out there A tiny word from your line of thought Won't make it To the reprieving ring I wait A man does not wait for a ring Or beep so long Love had promise It looks at me toying with my emotions time drags My eyes from it to sleep A ring The police benevolent union Hang it up I will not beg, I will not call Darling, its ten days now I did not know the hospital kept you so long You did not call, O I should not say that, sweetheart Love does not depend on the phone at all.