Hisss...pfft!!! The radio sprang to life,
As his hands tinkered the switches,
The indicator glowed and static noise flowed
From the jet-black magnetic bullhorn.
The dial turned, scanning horizons
For floating messages. Verbal poison
Or uttered nectar. The antenna, its mizzen
Sending and receiving waves from infinity.
Countless frequencies emerging from unity.
Yet, a single forlorn frequency met
The demands of its stubborn listener.
“That's just one band?” - her feeble voice spoke.
“Yes, it’ll do” - his stern retort did...