Glowphone Poem by John W. McEwers

In the dead of the night
the sound of Queen
Flash Gordon
flashing phone
glowing like Freddie Mercury
like a rock nightlight

I dreamed it was you
calling to say 'I'm sorry'
'I love you'
'I miss you'
and sing, angelically across the ocean
for the resurrection of my heart

But it is never you,
absent lover with absent love
and an absent touch
absent phone call
absent from your mind

Rather, a weather report
emergency, flood warning
I signed up for
so that I might know
when a storm comes
to wash away my hope.