Cellular Sonnet 116
September 4, 2004 - 1:00am
Poetry
Poem by Marge Kimpton
With apologies to the Bard, a take-off on Sonnet 116
(Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments…….)
Let me not to continuous cell phone function
Admit impediments. Service is not service
When it wavers at the junction
Of Route 113 and Main. Be serious—
It is a constant empty chatter
That drives through tempests and is never shaken.
It is daily steady clatter
Whose worth’s unknown, though its price IS taken!
Verizon is no fool and runs its tests
In summer leaf, when neighbors cannot see
Its 120 foot balloon above the nests
Of Great Blue Herons perched in sheltering tree.
From one who hopes our open lands survive:
Can you here me now? Hang up and drive!
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