Carol Ann Duffy - 'Text'

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I thought this would be an excellent follow-up to the (equally excellent) previous poem 'E-Mail'. It's taken from Duffy's collection Rapture.

Text

I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird.

We text, text, text
our significant words.

I re-read your first,
your second, your third,

look for your small xx,
feeling absurd.

The codes we send
arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.