momentarily silent

she told me that she was
"on a call" --
and I told her that
I was on a call too:
that I keep trying
to reach America,
but that all I ever get
is a busy signal;
which makes me wonder
what 300 million people
could all be doing
that is more important
than reading my poems;

she was
momentarily silent.

January 13, 2009.

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