The Listening Cylinder
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
We invite the small black cylinder
onto the kitchen shelf.
It tells the weather,
sets the timer,
plays the song my father loved.
Later an advertisement follows
our unfinished dinner conversation.
Maybe coincidence.
Maybe not.
The cylinder keeps its blue light off
and listens beautifully.
45 words · 11 lines · Free Verse