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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ann Howells

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Phone Rings at Night

I stand frozen,
watching the cave mouth,
watching something large
emerge, come closer, closer
when my phone rings,
clock flips a ghostly 5:03.
I pull slacks over pajamas,
shoes over bare feet.
Rain hangs suspended.
Throat is dry; eyes are wet.
I approach Father's bedside,
knowing I am too late
again, this final time.