Zeroed Out
her head whips around
to the ring of the phone
freezing still
she knows it’s him
calling again
to say he will be late
never to actually show
this time
she doesn’t answer.
Zone
waiting for the zone
smack dab
sitting in the mid
of a challenge
digging for ideas
each day
a poem A to Z
the pressures on
a poem A to Z
the pressures on
stuck at letter G
empty
although here comes
H gliding along
puzzled I notice
smiling
both are carried
by my writing Zone.
©River 4/11
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