When I was a kid, there was no Internet
To connect the world, we simply talked
Or didn’t
Sometimes I listen to the warble voice
Of local radio personalities
Just for old time’s sake (a phrase
That, when used appropriately, marks
Age almost better than rings in trees)
This morning, the familiar commentator
Announced a cat had been lost
The cat’s name was Chainsaw
All the way to work, I picture people
Well-meaning neighbors, helpful kids
Walking up and down the street
Calling Chainsaw repeatedly, listening
For a faint meow in return.