March 2024
Author's Note: Most of my poems are born on my morning walk, as was this one, which is included in my forthcoming Moon Tide Press book, Enormous Blue Umbrella, and was first published in ONE ART.
Walk Before Coffee After a Glance at The Times
I say good morning to a passerby
but hear, instead, good mourning
in my head, and I am dazed
by the ambiguity of homophones.
And, on the turntable of my brain
spins a melody I hum, but can’t abide:
Morning has broken. No. Morning
is broken. In present tense, it sings.
©2024 Donna Hilbert
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