Phonetone, phonetone

The fat long tapering ring tone on the phone line
Like a frog's extended croaks into the humid night air
Echoing down the line and into my ear
Like the frog's croak across the tranquil swamp

Each half of the ring tone a messengers step
A bulge in the sky down to the power lines
The urgent waiting swell quotidian orchestra
A fat long clean blade ring tone to cut the silence

It is the pedaling of anticipation
The heartbeat of active communication
On the other end of that line
An ear may catch it and a hand pick it up to answer