Blue Sky's
My kettle is coughing; soon its shrill whistle
will startle me, even though I know exactly
when it will erupt.
Two pelicans have been sighted in Northern Ohio.
Elsewhere, terror, war, horror, blood and dust.
I pour my morning tea, singing a tune
from 'West Side Story,' while an enthralled Maria listens.
Fox News and CNN, for once agree - just kidding.
I drink the tea.
I imagine lost pelicans hitching a ride South.
A truck driver has reported blue sky’s
in Kentucky.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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