where nothing collides, I wait.
Face flushed, intestines pounding,
minutes and hours drag by.
Alarm cuts the steep silence.
Vertigo bells resound.
Handle to mouth,
this cradle rocks me.
I reach to speak through a thread,
grip your voice with mental muscles.
Flowers burst in my heart.
A laugh of two becomes one.
Not enough time.
Don’t hang up.
~Judith Pordon
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