Day 43 – kitchen window

singing, tired, in the kitchen
it comes out in the lower register
slowly home from the railroad tracks
hang my apron on the doorway post
broom in hand, eyes halfway closed
babies crying, dinner on
i see your glamour on TV and
i hear you’re a genius
would they have ever listened
if you weren’t so tall
if you’d closed your kitchen window
like the rest of us

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