Wrong number

The phone rang

As soon as I put the key in the backdoor lock

Hastily walked inside to where I had left it

For I was right being certain not needing the darned apparatus

The evening had been a good one

Watered ties speaking on renewed friendships

The passion involving use of rain

My hands found the horn

Clicked on answer

In short

Only a tone sounded

So my finger pressed redial

There was this unknown voice introducing itself

Think I got the wrong number I said

And click

The voice left

As I went back to the inspirational words

My ears had heard, and my eyes had read

Kruip Ruimte

04–19–2016

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