Naming Tunes
The sing-song 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.
Bears have been sighted in Ohio.
Elsewhere, the plague has been seen
crossing rivers on a jet ski.
The birds sing something from ‘The Magic Flute.’
or Bohemian Rhapsody – hard to tell.
Far from my kitchen
tunes bring tears to the eyes
of truckers and nurses.
I imagine pelicans hitching a ride to Patagonia.
A homeless family have reported blue skies
in Kentucky, somehow, that’s news.
Death rattles, all things pass away singing
a tune inside their heads.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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