Handset

Streaks of intolerance beam forth
From the mobile cellular handset’s display
As it stands by awaiting
To receive even but a single message
From its master’s beautiful beloved.

“Keep your power and signal bars up,”
The master says to the handset.
The latter obeys without question,
As it witnesses hope intensifying
In his poor master’s eyes
That he shall soon hear an audible sign
That a message has—
At long last—
Been received.

Through the passage of time—
At the height of awaiting—
The little handset perceives
Upon his master’s face
Lingering traces of sadness
Borne by ardent longing
For his beautiful beloved.

Philippine Copyright © 2010 by Oscar A. Corpuz, Jr.
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