Speed DialYou’re number one on my speed dial,Speed Dial by Businessman-Toast
But the memory sparsely compares.
Six is an unfurling scroll,
Five is a rearing horse
Four is a chess player lazily leaning, elbow in sun, shoulder in shade
Three is the way your brow crinkles, when you try to pretend you won’t laugh
Two is the hook used to snare the moon, down from his home in the stars
Nine is a sun-banded worm, green, turning down from a birch tree
Eight is the rings in the swallows-flight pond, truer than wedding bands,
Seven that turn in the dark, when the light sneaks a peek ’round the door
Nil Nothing Zero a quick blooming silence when it rains down the window at night
But you’re number 1 on my speed dial.
That’s what I thought would be right.