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[descartes_rock]

The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love
Ronald Koertge

I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in town
Is anything wrong?
I miss you.
574-7423
The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?

Most just reply, Nothing's wrong.
I miss you, too.

Come quick.

Comments

[descartes_rock]

It has been one of my favorite poems for a long time. I posted it because I use livejournal as a repository for poetry I like -- once it's tagged, I can easily generate a list of all my favorites.

[ying_ko_4]

That's quite cool and unexpected...

[descartes_rock]

It's been one of my favorites for a long time.

[descartes_rock]

Welcome :)

[mardeen]

The ubiquity, indeed. There is something hauntingly familiar about that sad little poem. I wish I had written it. I wonder if other poets feel that way. Or maybe I'm just some kind of egomaniac.

[descartes_rock]

Well, I know I wish I had written it. :)