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Word from you would be manna from heaven,

Sweet relief when the world has been so cruel.

I check the clock – a quarter to seven –

And my façade of patience loses cool.

The cubes clink nervously around my glass

As I fan away these ninety degrees.

I recline to the sounds of cutting grass

And Seals and Crofts performing “Summer Breeze.”

AC fills the room. It’s nearly nine now.

I get through dinner and it crawls past ten,

Testing all my endurance will allow.

I begin to contemplate a sleepless night when

My phone rings, your dusky voice wafting through,

And I smile making plans 2 c u.