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Dave Bonta
a long call
and the sudden nothing after
alone in bed
Held remotely
says the message on your screen
when I interrupt our call to take another.
Talking or holding: you can’t do both,
even in a world whose far reaches
no longer exceed our grasp.
On the other side of the ocean, I read Resume.
When we do, you tell me laughing
you almost miss being held.
Five hours apart, yet we share a single present,
speaking, listening, from one infinitesimal
moment to the next: we hold.
I never see a blue jay
But I think of her;
Never hear that hoarse "dear--dear"
From a tree-top stir,
And the answering call
Far, far away,
And the flash of azure--
Oh, she would stay
Listening in the forest,
Loitering through the silence,
Hearing calls and singing
All the livelong day!