A screed from frustration in not being able to contact my wife despite all modern methods. The numbers relate to my cel phone

HOw Do I Reach Thee"

With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.


How do I reach thee? let me count the ways.
From button 1? To desk
That, never manned, eternal message says
"Leave a message!"
From button 2? To home
Wall mount that glares unaswered and accusing
At me.
From button 3? A vain hope!!
Uncompromising in it's availability
To my hand.
A lost artifact yearning for the slim feel
Of your fingers..
So keyboard it is.
Soulless disseminator of fact.
But how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...