and the stretched, corded phone
leaving each untouched and unanswered.
A new refrain is singing
that love is found like coins--
raked, gained, and horded.
But sleep tonight in confidence
that I'll return home without appointments.
A clean calendar for january.
A tired woman and an old friend
came with shears to cut their cables from me,
but we watched as they fell as cobwebs.
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