A Short Poem About Wasting Time

With five minutes to spare
there is naught but lost air
between here and there
to get us through.

Still with time so blasted short
I will struggle to report
that without having to abort
that I got word to you.

Can you confirm with response
that contact has been ensconced?
I’d be giddy – with nonchalance
and jumps and

shouts undue.

With the time now down to seconds
I know that soon an answer beckons

Have we spoken, do ye reckons?
But I think you already knew.

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