Name That Tune
The chatter of small birds frame a window of light.
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, the plague has been seen
crossing rivers on ferries and jet skis.
I pour morning tea, singing a tune
from 'West Side Story.'
‘Today I too, am Puerto Rican’ intones the ghost
of Leonard Bernstein to his open switch blade.
Many dead form a choral threnody.
Fox News and CNN, for once agree. Just kidding.
The birds sing something from ‘The Magic Flute.’
or Bohemian Rhapsody – hard to tell
but the tunes bring tears to the eyes
of truckers and nurses.
I imagine lost pelicans hitching a ride to Patagonia.
A first responder has reported blue sky’s
Death rattles - all things pass away singing
with their own tune
inside their own heads.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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