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Radio Silence

It is not just a quiet.

It is a fog bank,
and through it you fumble,
grasping at things that are not there:
the phantom pings of new emails
that have not arrived, the
I-could-have-sworn-I-felt-it buzz
of a cellphone receiving a text
from seven hundred miles away.

Your heart leaps up
and then your heart sits back down.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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