Found Poem

The little leap and plunk in my heart
like a frog jumping into a Lily pool;
drunk as a hoot owl
on ice-water-blue eyes;
while blood pounds in my head to make me dizzy.
The whole air would vibrate with a sound like an electric fan.
The truth was there and didn't need writing down.
Every night I would look at the telephone.
I would say to myself:
It is going to ring.