“Ooooh! ”
“Ooooh! ”
Radio singing to
itself continuously
though there is
no one
to listen
except some
coffee cups
(one overturned)
& some soggy
Tiramisu.
The radio sings
supremely
unable to control
itself.
Meanwhile
halfway across town
& just
(in time)
...baby is
born.
“My baby love...
...my baby love! ”
The radio sings
to anyone
who will listen.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-happening-for-onelia/
