Time To Remember Vi Poem by Morgan Michaels

Time To Remember Vi



They hung up and time passed.

Donnie liked to do things pronto. It was his nature. He even made lists. Nothing gave him greater pleasure then to strike an item from the list by drawing a line through it, marking it done. His hand reached for the phone. It wavered in mid-air. Then, slowly, he drew it back, grabbed his pencil and returned to his taxes. He had an appointment with Mr. Goldbreit next Thursday and wanted to be ready. Soon, he forgot the call, altogether.

Hours later, the phone rang. Again, he heard his brother's voice, laced with poorly-veiled impatience.

'You didn't call', he sputtered. 'I went all the way out there and you didn't call'.

'Gosh', said Donnie, 'I forgot. Sorry'.

'So...do it'! , he heard his brother say.

He squelched the impulse to make a rude noise.

'Ok, ok', he said. 'I will. Right away'.

But, instead, he put the phone down and went back to his work.

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