Eavesdropping
It's good to hear the geese going places
I wait for the last honk
and return to the keyboard.
Occasionally the earth and sky gets symphonic,
each sound-stream orchestrated
to build upon other sonics.
The bay window has large ears
it wide-views, it listens panoramically.
An audience behind my eyes
tries to follow all the rhythmic tones.
Sometimes my black Labrador
will roll his eyes my way
and then I know I am whistling
the same tune he is listening to.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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