earthsong
she hums our home
our round blue orb
hurtling
they’ve recorded her
ultra-low thrum
does she lament
our undoing
a song of
what’s lost,
or bow in praise
of what’s here?
I love the double entendre of "she hums our home," which I also can read as "she hums, our home..." That pulls me right into the poem's orbit! Nicely done!
I love the double entendre of "she hums our home," which I also can read as "she hums, our home..." That pulls me right into the poem's orbit! Nicely done!