Suddenly there is nothing,
just fuzzy radio silence.
A few clicks of the dial
and things fall out of sync.
White noise across the airwaves
something familiar and oddly correct,
jet engine humming on the wind.
Not that I wish it different anymore
but who knew even in this late hour
a chink remained in the armor,
an arrow in the quiver finds its mark again.
13 May 2012
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