Morning Sounds
Our childlike man plays
with his singing puppy,
“If You’re Happy and
You Know It.”
Hubby goes on about
the car needing an oil
change.
Our radio’s white noise
sounds in the background.
Thumps outside—someone’s
bass turned up too loud.
Car engine roars by.
As the sun tries to peek
through the Venetian blinds,
the puppy says, “Can you
think of something blue?”
My head throbs and I
think,
I hope it’s the sky, and
not me.
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