I like to wait till sunrise <br />to phone them. <br /> <br />makes me feel more alone to call <br />when the moon is in full force— <br />as if I’m howling with the wolves, <br />a bellow to end this blight. <br /> <br />makes me feel less alone to call <br />when the sun is blushing horizon— <br />as if I’m rejoicing with the doves of dawn: <br />a song to pursue this rapturous mourn.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentlemen-callers/
