Keeping It Real
My Muse awoke me,
I had been listening to a thunderstorm
from my warm bedroom.
She wanted me to write about
the storm.
The morning came fine and fair,
she was still pressing me
to talk about the thunderstorm,
but I am done retouching
and tweaking
dusty old images
that cannot be verified
in this very moment.
The present is a fact checker
and a sunny sky don't lie.
If you must know
there are peaches in the orchard
Squirrels are nibbling away the windfalls.
My son is almost playing a tune
on his electric guitar,
the smell of bacon
is pulling me toward the kitchen.
I turn on the TV
but all the shows are reruns.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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