FM

needle sweeps
the bandwidth bare,

seeking to flood
the radio's circuits
with a station's soul.

needle -- lissome, steely,

lonesome --

glides down the glass dial,

aches across the numbers
of these deserted frequencies,

tuning through the wilderness
of dry raspy static,

yearning,

feebly feeling

for a crackle of life
from the atmosphere:

a probe

night-hopping between

planets plumbed in
linear megahertz space,
scanning the heavens

for signs of love.