Interference

Freaking radio -

With set interference by the flyover bridge

And it messes The News

Or Thought For The Day

Or Schubert (or Mozart),

The experts, The Weather.

The signal returns

To a conflict – of interest? – some country or other,

But that’s getting boring -

I want something new.

Now I’ve reached work and a child is knocking.

“Go away!” (I say in my head),

“I’m checking my messages!”

There’s a hesitant shuffle

And a tear glistens through

The clear glass screen

Of the door.

“That real enough?” says God.

“You want messages?

Then check this one.”

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