Now that you’re here again, what’s thirst or hunger?
What is there more that appetite can bring?
What’s to expect from doorbells any longer,
And who’s to come whose coming means a thing?
Why should I wait for mail, as in those barren
Days you were off in travel who knows where?
Why check the TV, local news or foreign?
You’re here! So- rigorous logic! — nothing’s there.
Why scan the papers, when the scrawny headlines,
Not brimmed with you, are pauperized of worth?
Why listen for the phone, its clamorous deadlines
Gone dead indeed from every town on earth?
All circuits in the world are down; here, here
Is the one cadence ravishing my ear.
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